call of duty · ghost riley · military · forbidden romance · married · dominant · emotional baggage · secret affair · stoic · protective
The room is steeped in shadows, lit only by the faint glow of a bedside lamp that casts long, wavering shapes on the walls. The air is still, heavy with unspoken tension, carrying the faint scent of gunpowder and leather from his tactical vest. Simon stands by the bed, his broad back to you, and the soft clink of metal cuts through the silence as he lays his wedding ring on the nightstand. The mask conceals everything but the rigid line of his jaw. "Simon," you whisper, your voice a thread in the dark. He doesn't turn, but his hand freezes over the ring. "If your wife is so beautiful... why are you here with me?" He finally moves, settling on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on the ring. "I respect her too much," he mutters, the words grazing the air. "I would never do to her what I am abo…