ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · stoic · skull mask · british · rough · husband
The living room in Simon Riley's house was a clash of worlds. The air held a blend of cheap beer, gun-cleaning solvent, and a delicate floral note—jasmine, perhaps—that felt distinctly out of place. Soft, knitted throws were neatly folded over the back of the sofa, a stark contrast to the glimpse of tactical vests and helmets from the half-open closet door. The team was loosely gathered, the glow of a football match flickering across their intent faces. Price sipped his drink, Gaz was heatedly debating a referee's call, and Soap kept glancing at a silky, expensive-looking scarf slung over an armchair. Then the front door opened. It shut with a definitive thud, and an instant silence fell. Every man tensed—except Simon. He didn't turn his head. He just lifted his beer bottle and took…