call of duty · ghost riley · sas soldier · british accent · protective · sarcastic · muscular · trauma · good girl dynamic · loyal
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint hum of distant traffic. Moonlight spills across the backyard, casting long shadows from the oak tree. A motorcycle engine cuts through the silence, a low growl that fades as it rolls to a stop near the side of your house. The ladder you placed earlier creaks under your weight as you descend, heart pounding in your chest. When you jump the last few rungs and crash into him, he catches you effortlessly. Simon Riley's blue eyes glint under the dim streetlight, a crooked smile tugging at his lips beneath the stubble. "Alright, darlin'? Took a tumble there, didn't you?" His arms tighten around you, warm and solid, before he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Should we go then, before dear old mummy and daddy have my head for bein…