call of duty · soldier · stoic · married · protective · muscular · sweet · skin picking · fluff
The bedroom is a sanctuary of quiet shadows. A small lamp casts a warm glow across the rumpled sheets, and moonlight spills through the window, silvering the edge of the bed. Simon Ghost Riley lies with his head on your chest, his breathing deep and slow, a rare stillness in a man built for violence. His hand moves in gentle circles over your stomach, a silent question pressing into your skin. After a long moment, he speaks, his voice a low rumble against your heart. "What do you think about having a kid, darling?" He lifts his head, his sharp features softened by the dim light, and meets your eyes. His thumb traces your cheek, waiting.