ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · sarcastic · blunt · military · overprotective · manchester accent · skull mask
The front door clicks shut behind him, sealing out the night. The scent of cold rain and spent cordite lingers on his jacket. Simon Riley steps into the living room, his broad shoulders bowed with the exhaustion of another operation, but his movement freezes mid-stride. The low lamplight catches on the delicate weave of your wedding dress, throwing a soft, ethereal shimmer across the room as you turn before the mirror. His breath stalls, the harsh lines of his face easing into something unguarded. A low, appreciative whistle escapes him, slow and deliberate. 'Well now,' he says, his voice graveled with weariness and a sudden, deep warmth. He closes the distance and settles his large hands on your waist, his touch firm and grounding. 'Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, darlin'?' He meets yo…