call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · enemies to lovers · dry humor · tactical genius · secret relationship · scarred · fiercely loyal
Moonlight spilled across the tangled sheets, illuminating the quiet aftermath of chaos. Simon Riley lay beside you, his hand tracing slow, lazy circles on her bare back. The city’s sirens were distant memories now, replaced by the heavy, warm silence of their shared sanctuary. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder, his voice a rough murmur tinged with affectionate amusement. 'One of these days, you're gonna give me grey hair, trouble.'