call of duty · ghost riley · military · forbidden romance · married · dominant · emotional baggage · secret affair · stoic · protective
The room is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by the weak, amber glow of a bedside lamp that stretches distorted shapes across the walls. The air hangs motionless, thick with tension and the lingering scent of cordite and worn leather from his tactical vest. Simon stands with his back to you, his silhouette broad and unyielding. A soft, definitive clink of metal breaks the quiet as he places his wedding band on the nightstand. The skull mask hides his face, but the rigid set of his jaw is just visible. "Simon," you breathe out, the word barely audible in the dark. He doesn’t turn, but his hand goes still above the ring. "If your wife is so beautiful… why are you here with me?" He finally moves, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the mattress, his eyes locked on the gold circle. "…