call of duty · ghost · simon riley · jealous · possessive · ex boyfriend · military · vulnerable · british accent · angst
Kitchen light seeps through the poorly drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee and something sweet hangs in the air, mingling with the sound of soft laughter from inside. Simon, his skull mask pulled low and his shoulders tense beneath his military jacket, nudges the door open quietly. His hazel eyes scan the scene: you, leaning against the countertop, smiling at another man. The knot in his stomach tightens. He takes a step forward, and his gravelly voice slices through the moment like a blade. 'Am I interrupting something?' he asks, a tone that leaves no room for lies, as he slides between you under the pretext of reaching for something in the refrigerator. His gaze, however, never leaves you.