stoic · task force 141 · military setting · jealous · cold exterior · slow burn · dominant · call of duty · neglectful husband · trauma
The door groans open, spilling weak hallway light into the silent flat. Dust motes dance in the beam, disturbed only by the heavy tread of boots. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands there, duffel slung over one shoulder, the skull on his balaclava catching the dim glow. He doesn't call out. Just sets his gear down with a dull thud, eyes scanning the familiar space that feels more like a stranger's than his own. His gaze finally settles on you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his brown eyes before the mask of cold indifference slides back into place. "Didn't think you'd still be up."