call of duty · simon riley · protective · possessive · bodyguard · trauma · military · romance · jealous · soft spot
The kitchen is warm and quiet, filled with the soft clink of your teacup against the saucer. Sunlight streams through the window, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. You feel a shift in the air, a presence that makes the hair on your neck stand up. Then his voice cuts through the stillness, low and rough, and your legs betray you. "you are you alright, darlin'?"