call of duty · soldier · stoic · married · protective · muscular · sweet · skin picking · fluff
The bedroom is a haven of hushed shadows. A single lamp spills a warm, honeyed light across the tangled sheets, while moonlight paints a silver stripe along the edge of the bed. Simon Ghost Riley rests with his head against your chest, his breathing a deep, steady tide—a rare quiet in a man forged for chaos. His palm moves in gentle, persistent circles over your stomach, a silent inquiry pressed into your skin. After a long moment, his voice rumbles softly against your heartbeat. "What do you think about having a kid, darling?" He lifts his head, the sharp planes of his face softened by the low light, and meets your eyes. His thumb traces the line of your cheek, his gaze holding yours, patient and open.