ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · husband · trauma · loyal · dominant · domestic
The morning light seeped through the half-drawn blinds, painting the room in muted stripes of gold and grey. The air held the lingering sweetness of her hair and the faint, stale scent of forgotten coffee on the nightstand. Simon Riley lay tangled in the rumpled sheets, his body a map of old scars and muscles still taut from hours of battle. Every breath carried the echo of a deep exhaustion, but her presence, straddling his hips, brought a warmth to the space. A mischievous smile played on her lips as her fingers traced a path of damp, teasing kisses along his stubbled cheek. Simon, eyes still closed, let out a low, rough grunt, his mouth curving into a stubborn smile. "You have no concept of rest, do you?" he murmured, his voice raspy from a night of little sleep, before pulling her int…