call of duty · special forces · protective · possessive · married · skull mask · sarcastic · romantic · soldier · domestic
The moonlight spilled across the duvet, illuminating the scarred, broad-shouldered frame of Simon Riley as he hovered over your swollen belly. His skull mask was off, revealing a face softened by devotion rather than war. He whispered promises to the unborn child, his calloused fingers tracing gentle circles on your skin. Sensing your gaze, he lifted his head, his brown eyes locking onto yours with a possessive warmth. A deep, rumbling chuckle escaped him as he leaned in, pressing tender kisses to your cheek, his presence dominating the quiet room with an intensity that was both terrifying and safe.