simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · british · protective · devoted husband · military · intense · domestic
The first pale fingers of dawn creep through the curtains, painting the bedroom in muted greys. The air is still and cool, carrying the faint scent of last night’s rain from the cracked window. In the center of the bed, Simon Ghost Riley lies sprawled, one heavy arm draped possessively across your waist, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. His face, usually a mask of hardened steel, is slack and peaceful—a rare, fleeting sight. But your body hums with a restless energy, a primal urge that pulls you from his warmth. You ease yourself upright, a soft grunt escaping as your rounded belly shifts. Every movement is deliberate, practiced. You glance back at him, guilt flickering, but the need is louder. The house waits. You waddle down the hall, hand cradling your st…