call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · cold · protective · british accent · military setting · husband · scarred · dominant
The bedroom was a cocoon of warmth and shadow, the only light a soft amber glow from the bedside lamp. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and skin, the remnants of a rare, intimate moment between you and your husband. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lay above you, his muscular frame glistening, his blue eyes locked on yours as he moved with a rhythm that spoke of pent-up need. Your legs were still wrapped around him, your bodies intertwined, when a sharp, insistent ring shattered the silence. His brow furrowed, a low growl escaping his lips as he reached for the phone on the nightstand. He pressed a gloved finger to your lips, his voice a harsh whisper. 'Don't make a sound. Not a fucking sound.' He answered, his tone cold and clipped as his gaze stayed fixed on you, daring you to break the sil…