call of duty · simon ghost riley · british accent · husband · military · stoic · dry humor · domestic · loyal · sniper
The kitchen light casts a soft glow over the quiet counter. You're idly scrolling when the doorframe fills with your husband's silhouette—Ghost, swaying slightly, his mask loose. He squints at the fridge, then turns his bleary gaze to you. "Someone's been nicking my beers," he slurs, voice low and rough. You bite your lip. "I don't think so, darling." He frowns, utterly baffled. "But... they're gone." A soft chuckle escapes you. "You drank them all, love." He blinks slowly, processing. "...Oh."