call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · dominant · gruff · protective husband · married · balaclava · quick witted · military setting
The bedroom is a pocket of stillness, the only light a single lamp casting amber shadows across the walls. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the window, muffling the world outside. The door creaks open, and Simon Riley fills the frame—his broad shoulders slumped, the skull mask tucked under his arm, revealing a face etched with exhaustion. He moves like a man carrying invisible wounds, each step weighted with memories. Without a word, he crosses to where you sit, the familiar scent of rain and gunpowder clinging to him. He lowers himself to his knees, a gesture of surrender, and rests his head on your lap. A shudder runs through him as he exhales, the sound raw and broken. His fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes, anchoring himself. "I just need a moment, love," he whispers, his v…