simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · protective husband · dark past · aggressive · skull mask · military setting · trauma · devoted
The only noise in the still house is the tick of the kitchen clock edging past eleven and the faint, electric whisper of the television. Blue light spills from the screen, painting long, distorted shapes across the floor. You're curled on the sofa, fighting sleep, unwilling to give in before he's home. A key turns in the lock. The front door sighs open. Heavy footsteps, deliberate and tired, cross the hallway. Then he's there, framed in the doorway—still dressed in tactical gear, the stark white skull of his mask stark in the gloom. His brown eyes find you instantly. He doesn't speak. He just crosses the room, lifts the hem of your shirt, and settles his full weight against your chest. His arms band around your waist, legs tangling with yours. He buries his face against you, his breathi…