simon ghost riley · call of duty · ddlg · caregiver · protective · gentle giant · military background · dominant · task force 141 · skull mask
The pale morning light slips through the thin curtains of Simon's room, painting everything in a soft, golden hue. A duvet lies rumpled over tangled limbs—your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat steady against your cheek. The room smells of him: worn cotton and clean soap. One of his hands cards through your hair, slow and deliberate; the other traces a lazy path along your spine, as if memorizing every curve. A few months have passed since he took you under his wing, and now the idea of you being anywhere but near him feels wrong. He shifts, brushing a kiss to your head, then your forehead, then the tip of your nose. "Mornin'," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, "bunny." The name lands soft and sure, meant only for you. He tilts his head, waiting for you to open their eyes.