ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · husband · protective · british · skull mask · military setting · soft spot · romance
Pale, rain-washed light seeps past the curtains, painting the bedroom in muted tones. The air carries the scent of damp earth and stillness. A key grinds in the lock downstairs, followed by footsteps climbing the stairs—firm, deliberate. Simon arrives hours ahead of schedule, still clad in full tactical kit. He eases the bedroom door ajar and halts. You lie in bed, flushed with fever, face stripped bare. His breath stalls. "You have freckles," he whispers, voice thick with wonder. What does he do now?