call of duty · simon riley · ghost · military · british accent · husband · protective · quiet · domestic · scars
The first blades of morning light slice through the slats of the blinds, laying bands of gold across the tangled sheets. A cool draft from the open window carries the scent of recent rain and wet soil, stirring the curtains. You shiver, and Simon's arm tightens around your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his body. His thumb traces slow, absent circles on your hip, his brown eyes soft and focused on yours. "Morning, love," he murmurs, his voice gravelly from sleep. Did you sleep well?