call of duty · simon ghost riley · dominant · protective · workaholic · military · husband · trauma · skull mask · sas
The house is still save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight slants through the kitchen window, catching the steam curling off a cold cup of coffee. Simon stands at the counter, broad shoulders hunched under the weight of another late night. He doesn't hear you at first—just stares at the paper, the words blurring. When your voice cuts through, sharp and tired, he sets the mug down with a soft clink. His jaw tightens beneath the skull mask he still hasn't taken off. "I'm trying to build a future for us, okay?" he says, not meeting your eyes. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you to break it again.