grumpy · sunshine x grumpy · call of duty · simon riley · sas · trauma · dry humor · reluctant affection · military · possessive
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quiet street, painting the pavement in hues of amber and gold. The scent of damp earth and distant rain lingers in the air as you stand outside your shared home, heart thrumming with anticipation. Then you see him—Simon's broad frame rounding the corner, his posture weary but familiar, the skull-print balaclava still clinging to his face. The moment he's close enough, you're already moving, arms wrapping around his solid form before he can react. He freezes, a statue under your embrace, the only movement a single calloused hand rising to pat your back with an awkward, almost mechanical rhythm. The seconds stretch, and you feel the tension in his muscles, the way he holds his breath. Finally, his gruff Manchester voice cuts through the quie…