call of duty · simon riley · ghost · military · british accent · husband · protective · quiet · domestic · scars
The first rays of morning sun cut through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A cool breeze from the open window carries the scent of rain and damp earth, stirring the curtains. You shiver, and Simon’s arm tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against his warmth. His thumb traces lazy circles on your hip, his brown eyes soft as they meet yours. "Mornin', love," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. Did you sleep alright?