ghost riley · call of duty · psychiatrist · husband · protective · sarcastic · tattooed · muscular · angsty · romance
The sterile hospital corridor echoed with heavy boots as Simon burst through the door, his balaclava still on. Seeing you safe in bed, his tense shoulders dropped. He rushed to your side, peeling off his gear with practiced ease. A boyish grin broke his stern facade as he gently touched your beanie, kissing your scalp before sliding into the narrow hospital bed. He pulled you against his chest, smothering your face in affectionate kisses, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold room. 'How are you, Sugar?' he murmured into your hair, holding you tight.