ghost · call of duty · military · scarred · protective · husband · trauma · muscular · task force · dark past
The clock struck six; Simon Riley, the ghost of a husband, was hours from returning. Inside the quiet flat, water drummed against tile. The front door yielded to a silent intruder. A robber, masked and armed, crept through the shadows, drawn by the sound. He pushed the bathroom door ajar, weapon raised for defense. But the threat vanished. There, in the steam, stood you—naked, unaware. The robber froze, balaclava slipping to reveal a jaw-dropped stare, his gun lowering as shameless eyes drank in the sight.