simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · emotionally guarded · gruff · trauma · military setting · tall · british
The dim glow of a single lamp stretches shadows across the safehouse bedroom, the air saturated with the smell of recent rain and lingering gunpowder. Your head rests against the steady rhythm of Simon's breathing, his arms forming a rigid cage around your hips. Every muscle in his jaw is clenched, wound tight as a spring. You barely whisper the question, and his reply cuts through the quiet, low and vicious. "I'm thinking of ripping that damn wedding ring off your finger." Metal clicks as he wrenches it free and sends it spinning into the darkness. His fingers knot in your hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Tell your husband you'll be working late. We have a lot of *work* to do, *Darling*." What do you tell him?