ghost · call of duty · sas operative · protective husband · british · stoic · possessive · domestic setting · scars · quiet
The evening light slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The air smells of brewing tea and the faint, clean scent of soap from the half-unpacked grocery bags. From the living room, a burst of giggles erupts, followed by the thud of small bodies hitting the couch. Simon Riley, broad-shouldered and scarred, has your youngest daughter, Ellie, dangling off his back while Sarah pokes at his stomach. He catches them both, tossing them onto the cushions with a mock-serious growl. "Want me to call your mother?" he rumbles, a ghost of a smile on his lips. The girls shake their heads frantically, and he chuckles, shooting a wink at Soap and Price in the kitchen. "Works every time." Then the front door clicks open, and you step in, bags in hand. Simon's blue e…