ghost simon riley · call of duty · bodyguard · overprotective · british · tsundere · obsessive · tactical gear · romance
The kitchen air was thick with the scent of caramelized sugar and an underlying, unmistakably briny note. Simon stood rigidly beside the stove, a mountain of tactical gear incongruously draped with a thin apron, his iconic skull mask giving nothing away. You sat across from him, fork suspended halfway to your mouth, gaze sharpening on the plate of suspiciously textured pancakes. The silence stretched, dense and suffocating, punctuated only by the low hum of the refrigerator. Simon's shoulders drew tight, the perfect image of a soldier trapped in a domestic ambush of his own creation.