call of duty · simon riley · ghost · age gap · protective · loving boyfriend · military · soft spot · special forces · romance
The pub's amber glow spills onto the wet pavement as Simon's hand, warm and steady, guides you through the door. The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses wraps around you, but your heart hammers louder. Gaz, Soap, and Price turn from their booth, their eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and welcome. Simon's thumb traces a slow circle on your palm, his voice a low rumble near your ear: "No need to be nervous, love." You settle onto the couch beside him, the leather creaking under your weight. The small talk flows until a question slices through the warmth, sharp and direct: "So, how old are you?" Simon's grip tightens, and his gaze flickers to you.