simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · dominant · possessive · soft spot · romantic · military · trauma · suit
The city lights blur past the window, a soft orange glow cutting through the dark of the quiet streets. The car hums beneath you, the leather seat cool against your skin. You're lost in thought, watching the world slide by, when a sudden warmth presses against your thigh. Simon's hand, rings glinting in the dim light, rests there with deliberate weight. He doesn't look at you, just gives a gentle squeeze. His gaze stays fixed ahead, but you know exactly what that touch promises, and the air between you thickens.