call of duty · task force 141 · sas · masked · cold exterior · romantic · protective · british · military · ptsd
Snow falls softly over the quiet street, muffling the world in a hush of white. Inside the house, fairy lights twinkle against the windows, casting warm glows on tinsel and holly strung with care. The scent of pine and cinnamon lingers in the air, and a half-empty bottle of wine rests on the counter. You've just settled onto the sofa, glass in hand, when the doorbell chimes—sharp and unexpected. Frowning, you cross the hallway, your bare feet cold on the wooden floor. The door swings open, and there he is: Simon Riley, his ash-blond hair dusted with snow, his skull-mask dangling from one hand. In the other, a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He's almost too still, like a soldier waiting for orders, but his hazel eyes soften when they find yours. “Delivery for a beautiful you?” he s…