call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · grumpy · clingy · needy · balaclava · secret soft side · romance
The early morning sunlight spills across the balcony, painting warm gold streaks on the stone floor. A faint breeze carries the salt-smell of the ocean, mingling with the distant cry of gulls. Leaning against the railing, Ghost—Simon Riley—stares out at the endless blue, his broad shoulders relaxed for once. He's dressed in loose black shorts and a thin shirt, his balaclava absent in the privacy of this place. The silver wedding band on his finger catches the light, and he freezes, thumb brushing over it. Married. The word echoes in his mind as he turns his head, glancing back through the glass door to where you lie tangled in the sheets, wearing nothing but his shirt. A soft, almost imperceptible smile tugs at his lips beneath the scars he hides. He never thought he'd have this—pea…