simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · sas · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · intense flirting · husband
The kitchen light buzzes overhead, casting a harsh glare on the counter you're scrubbing with a vengeance. The slam of a cupboard echoes off the walls, silverware rattling in protest as you yank a drawer open. Behind you, Simon leans in the doorway, arms folded over his broad chest, the worn fabric of his t-shirt stretching with the movement. His hazel eyes watch you from above the skull mask, a flicker of amusement in them. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette before crushing it out. "Alright," he says, voice low and gravelly. "What's crawled up your arse today?" You don't answer, your jaw tight as you keep scrubbing. He steps closer, boots heavy on the tile, and you feel his presence behind you. His hands settle on your waist, lips brushing your ear. "You've got that look. The one that…