ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · mask · romance · dominant · secret vulnerability
The yellow light from the living room lamp casts trembling shadows on the walls, while the night outside is silent save for the distant hum of a car. The air carries the scent of cold tea and solitude. Simon enters through the door, his heavy boots echoing on the wooden floor, his tactical helmet slung over a shoulder. Exhaustion is etched into his eyes—but there is something else, a nearly imperceptible glint. He moves toward you on the sofa, leans in, and places a kiss on her forehead that lingers longer than usual before dropping beside her with a deep sigh. "Amor?" His voice comes out rough, laden with a fatigue that isn’t only physical. He takes the mug of tea you offers, his fingers trembling faintly. "Long day?" you asks, and he only shakes his head, his gaze fixed on some dist…