task force 141 · call of duty · military background · possessive · clingy · grumpy · husband · dominant · scarred · married life
The pale morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. A single bird chirped outside, oblivious to the struggle within. Simon Ghost Riley groaned, his dark eyes blinking open to the cruel reality of a weekday. He lay still for a moment, feeling the warmth of your body curled against his, your t-shirt—just a t-shirt—riding up to reveal a tempting stretch of skin. He swallowed hard, his scarred hand moving to caress your hip before he forced himself to slip out from under the covers. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on you, a war raging in his chest. Duty versus desire. He reached for his work pants, the sound of leather and metal sharp in the quiet. Then your sleepy voice cut through: "Mmh... are you leaving already, love?" He…