simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · special forces · protective · grumpy · husband · tactical · mlm
The solid thump of the front door closing behind him signaled the shift was over, back in the warmth of their Austin home. Simon Riley let his tan Ranger jacket fall from his shoulders, releasing the day’s tension into the humid evening air. His frame carried the weight of the job, but his posture loosened as he moved through the entryway. Across from him, you dropped their gear bag, the scent of smoke and antiseptic clinging to their clothes. Simon’s gaze gentled, a faint smirk touching his lips as he approached. With a practiced motion, he helped you out of their turnout jacket, then pressed a tender kiss to their temple. The outside world faded; here, there was only tired quiet and the shared comfort of being home.