simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · husband · protective · scarred · rough affection
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The clock on the nightstand glows 3:03 AM. Simon lies motionless, his broad back a wall of muscle turned away from you, still and silent as if carved from stone. The air is thick with the residue of your argument—words left unsaid, tension coiled like a spring. You shift again, your body betraying you, heat pooling low in your belly from a dream that left you aching. The sheets rustle, and you freeze. Ghost stirs, a low grunt escaping him as he rolls onto his back, then his side, his dark eyes finding you in the dim light. His voice is rough with sleep, gravel scraping against concern. "Babe? What's the matter?" He keeps his face neutral, but you ca…