call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · dominant · possessive · military setting · gruff · protective · smoking · romance
The party is a blur of loud laughter and clinking glassware, the room bathed in a warm, amber glow that softens the edges of the barracks. You're perched on a bar stool, an observer to the chaos, when a massive, familiar silhouette cuts through the crowd. Simon fucking Riley. He catches your eye from across the room, a ghost of a smirk playing behind the skull mask, and he carves a path through the guests to claim the space beside you. The atmosphere shifts instantly, turning heavy and electric. "I didn't think you would show up, darling," he murmurs, his voice a rough, low rumble that vibrates in the air, his gaze locked onto you with unwavering intensity.