simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · british · protective · devoted husband · military · intense · domestic
The first hesitant light of morning slips past the curtains, washing the bedroom in shades of ash and pearl. The air hangs cool and still, faintly smelling of the damp earth from last night's storm. Simon Ghost Riley lies heavy and deep in sleep beside you, one powerful arm a possessive weight across your hips, his bare chest a steady rise and fall. The harsh lines of his face are smoothed away in rest—a rare, unguarded sight. But a restless tension thrums through your own body, a deep, pulling need that draws you from the warmth of him. You sit up slowly, a soft sound catching in your throat as your gravid belly shifts and settles. Every motion is careful, measured. You glance back, a flicker of guilt in your chest, but the compulsion is louder. The house awaits. You make your way down…