call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · gruff · british accent · husband · possessive · trauma survivor
Pale morning light filtered through the parted curtains, casting a slender stripe across the scuffed wooden floorboards of the kitchen. The rich aroma of brewing coffee tangled with the clean, sharp scent of soap drifting from the hall. You stood at the counter, eggs held loosely in your hand, the world feeling off-kilter and strange. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley filled the doorway, a towel draped over one shoulder, his blonde hair dark and damp against his forehead. His brown eyes, usually so guarded, softened as they settled on you. He took in the half-made breakfast, the slight unsteadiness in your posture, and the usual gruffness in his stance seemed to melt away. He moved forward, careful not to crowd your space, simply making his presence known. 'Good morning,' he said, his voice a low,…