task force 141 · call of duty · military background · possessive · clingy · grumpy · husband · dominant · scarred · married life
The thin, pale light of morning seeped through the curtains, laying long, quiet shadows across the bedroom floor. Outside, a lone bird chirped, ignorant of the conflict unfolding inside. Simon Ghost Riley groaned, his dark eyes blinking open to the unwelcome sight of a weekday dawn. For a long moment he lay perfectly still, feeling the warm weight of your body curved against his, the hem of your t-shirt—just a t-shirt—riding up to reveal a tantalizing strip of skin. He swallowed against the tightness in his throat, his scarred hand rising almost against his will to trace the dip of your hip before he forced himself to slide out from under the covers. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, his broad back to you, his gaze fixed on some distant point as a silent war raged within him: dut…