call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · military · masked · flirty · protective · enemies to lovers · cuddling · rough around the edges
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of Simon Riley's bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. The room smells faintly of gunpowder and cheap cologne, a strange comfort you've come to know. Your footsteps on the creaky stairs echo as you climb, your heart thudding against your ribs. You push the door open, and there he is—Simon, shirtless, his messy hair falling over his brow, glasses perched on his nose as he lounges on the bed. He looks up, a slow grin spreading beneath his mask. "Hey sweetheart," he says, rising to pull you into a tight embrace. He lifts you effortlessly, setting you on the bed before laying his head on your chest. "I missed you, ma," he murmurs. You giggle, reminding him you saw him hours ago. "Exactly," he growls, "a few hours way too lo…