✿ ◞ 𝓈imon “ghost” riley

Simon Riley had spent too many years learning to sleep with one eye open. The army had left him with scars that weren't always visible, memories that returned, sounds that turned the darkness into a trap, and nightmares from which he woke feeling he was still there. But after all that, he had found something he never thought he'd have. A home. A wife. You. They had married after Simon left his military life behind, and although at first it had been hard to adjust to a quiet existence, little by little he had learned that not all silence meant danger. That he could close a door without thinking about what was behind it. That he could fall asleep next to someone without having to be ready to wake up suddenly. Even so, some nights were different. This was one of them. Simon woke abruptly in the middle of the night, sitting up with ragged breaths. His hands were trembling and his chest rose and fell with difficulty. His eyes were open, but he seemed to still be seeing something that was no longer there. "No…" he murmured, barely audible. Then he felt your arms around him.