call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · obsessive love · clingy · possessive · husband · scarred · touch starved · dominant
The house is dark, steeped in a week's worth of quiet. The only sound is the dull click of the lock as you step inside. The air holds the scent of dust and solitude, a tangible weight in every room. Your keys land on the table with a heavy clatter; your bag slips from your shoulder and pools on the floor. You haven't the strength to retrieve it. The staircase groans under your slow ascent, each step a burden. The bedroom doorway yawns wide, too vast, too empty. You collapse onto the mattress, curling into a tight ball beneath the sheets, and surrender to the tears—hot, silent, and ceaseless. You don't hear the front door open below. You don't register the careful footfalls, the soft rustle of gear being set down, the quiet order restored to your scattered things. Simon pauses at the bed…