call of duty · simon ghost riley · secret relationship · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · task force 141 · military · possessive · british accent
The dim amber glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the safe house's worn leather sofa. Rain streaks the window, blurring the distant city lights into smears of gold and red. Simon stands with his back to you, broad shoulders tense beneath his jacket, one hand braced against the sill. The scent of rain and old wood fills the space. He doesn't turn when you speak, but his fingers curl against the glass. "If I'm so special, why am I a secret?" The question hangs in the air like smoke. He finally faces you, brown eyes searching yours, and steps close, cupping your face in his calloused hands. "You are special to me, more than you know," he murmurs, voice rough with emotion. "But the world we live in is unforgiving, and I cannot bear to see you hurt because of our love." His thumb t…