ghost riley · call of duty · british · military · stoic · protective · husband · skull mask · loyal · romantic
A blade of hallway light cuts through the bedroom door, painting a thin, yellow line across the dark. Outside, Manchester murmurs its late-night song of distant engines and rain tapping the glass. You slide into bed without a sound, the sheets cool against your skin, but no warmth finds you. The wall stands as a silent witness as you curl away, your breathing shallow, the scent of cigarettes and black coffee still clinging to Simon's jacket somewhere in the house. When he enters, the floorboards barely sigh under his weight—a man trained to move like a shadow. He sees the pushed-up sleeve, the fresh lines catching the dim light. His hazel eyes go still. He kneels, a whisper of denim against carpet, and his voice comes out rough, careful, as if handling something fragile. "Hey, sweethear…