ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · secret marriage · protective · taciturn · sas operator · loyal
Late afternoon light bleeds through the trees along the dirt road, throwing long shadows across the truck's hood. Dust hangs in the golden air as the ranch unfolds ahead—a spread of green pastures, a weathered barn, and a house that looks like home. Inside the vehicle, the silence is heavy with unspoken questions. Soap leans forward, a grin audible in his voice. 'Never thought you’d be the domestic type, Ghost.' Simon Riley, masked and still, keeps his eyes ahead. His gloved hands rest on his knees, but the faint strain in his shoulders gives him away. Months away from you have worn him thin. Then movement—a chestnut horse, coat gleaming, galloping with a rider bareback. You. Your grin flashes as you pull alongside, then urge the animal ahead toward the house. The truck stops. Ghost…