ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · skull mask · special forces · protective · british · scars · large husband · fluff
The safehouse is quiet, the only light a pale stripe from a cracked blind. Simon fills the bed, a landscape of muscle and old wounds. Sixteen years of marriage have only deepened the sheer physical contrast—your reaching hand looks impossibly delicate against his broad, tattooed palm. The air smells of gun oil and cheap soap, thick with the unspoken weight of the mission just ended. His breathing is the loudest thing in the room, deep and slow.