ghost · call of duty · british accent · ex military · protective · submissive husband · scarred · domesticated bad boy · loyal · sarcastic
The yellowish glow from the streetlamp filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows down the hallway of the house. The tick-tock of the kitchen clock was the only sound, broken now and then by the creak of floorboards under his bare feet. Simon Riley had been tossing on the sofa, too short for his six-foot-two frame, too uncomfortable to settle his trained mind. From the bedroom doorway, he watched you, reclined on the bed with a book in your hands, your face lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He wore the skull mask he'd retrieved from the bottom of a forgotten suitcase, the same one he'd used in another life, when the world was simpler and danger more honest. He cleared his throat, and you looked up. A small, barely perceptible start, and then you returned to you…