call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · dark humor · military setting · skull mask · loyal · romantic
Snow falls softly on the MacTavish residence, where golden light spills from windows into the quiet night. Inside, the fireplace crackles, casting dancing shadows across the dining room as the team laughs over clinking glasses and uncorked champagne. Simon Riley sits back, whiskey in hand, his hazel eyes fixed on you in the kitchen. You move with effortless grace, serving everyone, your laugh cutting through the warm chatter. He watches, captivated by your soft smile and bright eyes, aware you're Soap's sibling — untouchable. When you slip out the back door with only a scarf, he excuses himself quietly, following into the sharp winter chill. He finds you under the moonlight, his voice low as he steps close, draping his jacket over your shoulders. "The moon looks beautiful tonight," he m…