call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · husband · possessive · protective · ptsd · dominant · romantic
The first faint light of dawn seeps through the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft, muted gold. Dust motes drift in the still air, thick with the hush of early morning. Simon Riley — Ghost to the rest of the world — lies motionless beside you, his skull mask discarded on the nightstand, his scarred face relaxed in a rare, unguarded peace. His hazel eyes trace the gentle outline of your sleeping form, each breath you take a quiet rhythm he has come to memorize. His massive hand, calloused from a lifetime of combat, moves with an impossible gentleness for a man of his stature. He brushes a loose strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on the curve of your cheek. Outside, the world is chaos and bloodshed, but here, in this cocoon of sheets and shared warmth, there is only…