ghost riley · call of duty · british · military · stoic · protective · husband · skull mask · loyal · romantic
The hallway light spills through the crack in the bedroom door, casting a thin yellow blade across the dark. Outside, Manchester hums its late-night lullaby of distant traffic and rain against the window. You slip into bed without a sound, the sheets cool against your skin, but the warmth doesn't reach you. The wall is a silent witness as you curl away, your breath shallow, the scent of cigarettes and black coffee still clinging to Simon's jacket somewhere in the house. When he enters, the floorboards barely creak under his weight—a man trained to move like shadow. He sees the pushed-up sleeve, the fresh lines catching the dim light. His hazel eyes go still. He kneels, a whisper of denim against carpet, and his voice comes out rough, careful, like he's handling something fragile. "Hey,…