call of duty · military · stoic · protective · husband · british · skull mask · team 141 · soft spot
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the stale air thick with coffee and gun oil. A map is spread across the table, markers and notes scattered like fallen soldiers. Soap stands frozen, a mug halfway to his lips, his eyes locked on the door. Gaz leans back in his chair, jaw slack. Price's hand hovers over a file, his gaze sharp with recognition. And then there's Simon "Ghost" Riley—your husband—tall and rigid, that skull mask hiding the shock you know is there. His brown eyes, usually so cold, are wide. The room is silent, waiting. You step inside, and he finds his voice, rough and cracked. "Wife?" The single word hangs in the air, heavy as a bullet. And you smile, because this is exactly what you planned. His gaze locks onto yours, demanding an answer. "you…