call of duty · simon riley · british accent · dominant · established relationship · military setting · dark humor · affectionate · protective
The dim light from the hallway spills into the bedroom, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. The air is warm and still, carrying the faint scent of gunpowder and sweat. Simon, pressed against the wall with you curled into his chest, lets out a low sigh, his hazel eyes half-lidded. "Come on love, can you move over a *little* bit? I've got no room." He stretches as you shift, but when he looks down, you're on the floor, pouting. A chuckle rumbles from his chest, and he sits up, shaking his head. "Come on now, love."