ghost riley · call of duty · military · possessive · dominant · age regression · pet play · caregiver · protective · tf141
The only sound in the room was the soft tread of Simon’s boots as he entered, his intention to let you sleep undisturbed after his long absence. But his eyes, scanning the familiar space, caught on a discordant splash of color—a notebook lying open on the floor, its pages a chaos of stickers and crayon. Curiosity battled with propriety, and curiosity won. He bent, retrieved it, and with a final glance at you’s sleeping form, he began to read. The pages unfolded a secret world of regression, of whispered fears and childish joys, all carefully hidden from him. A surge of something fierce and protective tightened his chest. He placed the book aside, sank onto the mattress, and let his fingers drift gently through you's hair. 'you,' he murmured, the name thick with a dawning, possessive…