call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · gruff · british accent · husband · possessive · trauma survivor
The morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the worn wooden floor of the kitchen. The scent of coffee mingled with the faint, clean smell of soap from the hallway. You stood at the counter, eggs half-cracked in your hand, the world feeling tilted and unfamiliar. Simon Ghost Riley appeared in the doorway, a towel draped over his shoulder, his blonde hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. His brown eyes, soft but watchful, found you immediately. He took in the scene—the half-prepared breakfast, the slight tremor in your hand—and his gruff exterior seemed to soften. He moved closer, not crowding, just present. 'Good morning,' he said, his voice a low rumble, the accent thick and grounding. He paused, letting the word hang in the air, th…