simon ghost riley · call of duty · military veteran · cockney accent · protective husband · ptsd · teasing · domestic fluff · manchester · married
Sunlight streams through the curtains of your Manchester flat, casting long golden rectangles across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of coffee and coconut from your hair mask. Simon stirs, blinking against the glare bouncing off your vanity mirror. He finds your side of the bed cold, the pillow untouched. Propping himself on an elbow, he squints at you—hair wrapped in a towel, perched in your underwear, lips glossy with peel-off stain, whitening strips gleaming on your teeth. A slow smirk spreads under his stubble. He sinks back onto the mattress, head tilted, eyes tracing your silhouette. "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" he drawls, voice rough with sleep, waiting for you to fire back.