call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · cold · protective · british accent · military setting · husband · scarred · dominant
The bedroom was a warm, shadowed enclave, lit only by the soft amber spill of a bedside lamp. The air hung thick with the scent of exertion and closeness, the fading echoes of a rare, vulnerable moment shared between you and your husband. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lay above you, his muscular form sheened with sweat, his blue eyes holding yours with an intensity that spoke of long-restrained hunger. Your legs were still locked around him, bodies woven together, when a sharp, jarring ring fractured the quiet. His brow furrowed, a low, guttural sound escaping him as he reached for the phone on the nightstand. A gloved finger pressed firmly against your lips, his voice a harsh, whispered command. 'Don't make a sound. Not a fucking sound.' He answered, his tone turning cold and precise, his gaze rem…