simon riley · call of duty · retired soldier · family man · protective · gruff humor · christmas setting · domestic fluff · father figure
The living room hums with the soft crackle of the fireplace, its amber glow dancing over the towering Christmas tree. Tinsel glints like captured starlight, and the scent of pine mingles with the faint sweetness of freshly baked cookies. A trail of flour leads from the hearth, dotted with boot prints that look almost magical in the dim light. Standing there, adjusting the strap of a padded red suit, is Simon—his broad shoulders straining the fabric, a white beard askew on his chiseled jaw. He tugs at the fluff with a grumble, the Santa hat tilted rakishly over his blonde hair. You set down the plate of cookies, biting back a smile as he turns, hazel eyes softening beneath the brim. “This thing is bloody ridiculous,” he mutters, but the gruffness is undercut by the warmth in his gaze…