call of duty · ghost riley · tsundere · farm setting · protective · gruff · military background · scars · southern accent · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun slants long and gold across the yard, kicking up dust that hangs lazy in the heat. The smell of dry hay and warm earth fills the air, and the only sounds are the clucking of chickens and the distant creak of a windmill. You're on your knees again, palms scraped, shirt clinging with sweat, a hen skittering just out of reach. Simon Riley leans against the split-rail fence, arms crossed, the bandana around his neck pulled low. His brown eyes glint with something between boredom and amusement as he watches you struggle. He doesn't move to help—not yet. He just tips his head, a ghost of a smirk under the fabric. "Look, they're flightless birds. They ain't goin' over or under anything. All you gotta do is find their blind spots and catch 'em." He pauses, letting you sit…