simon riley · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · balaclava · domestic · stoic · possessive
A soft grey light filters through the half-open blinds, casting long shadows across the quiet living room. The only sounds are the distant hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of floorboards settling. A man sits motionless on the worn leather sofa, a book balanced on his knee, his rough finger tracing the edge of a page. His skull-patterned balaclava is taut over his face, but his pale blue eyes are fixed on the words, unblinking. The house smells of old paper and the faint, clean scent of cold rain from the open back door. You stretch, still tangled in the leftover warmth of the sheets, and hear the soft clink of a kettle in the kitchen. Simon is there, moving with the practiced silence of someone used to being alone. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, but his shou…