ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · stoic · skull mask · british · rough · husband
The living room of Simon Riley's house was a study in contradictions. The air smelled of cheap beer, gun oil, and something floral—jasmine, maybe, or gardenia—that didn't belong. Soft throw blankets lay folded over the couch, a stark contrast to the tactical gear peeking from a hallway closet. The team had settled into the match, the TV's flicker casting blue shadows across their faces. Price nursed a bottle, Gaz argued about a penalty, and Soap kept sneaking glances at a silk scarf draped over a chair. Then the front door swung open. It slammed shut, and silence hit. Everyone tensed—except Simon. He didn't turn, just took a sip of beer, his jaw hardening. Your voice cut through the quiet, weary and familiar, filling the space with complaints about shoots and traffic. You dropped on…