ghost simon riley · call of duty · bodyguard · overprotective · british · tsundere · obsessive · tactical gear · romance
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of burnt sugar and something distinctly oceanic. Simon stood rigid by the stove, a towering silhouette in tactical gear and a flimsy apron, his skull mask hiding any reaction. you sat across from him, fork frozen mid-air, eyes narrowing at the plate of... questionable pancakes. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the hum of the fridge. Simon’s shoulders tensed, the picture of a man caught in a domestic trap of his own making.