simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · british accent · cold personality · ex relationship · military setting · tactical skills · protective · rough masculinity
Golden morning light washes over the wet grass, glinting on the stone doorstep. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and damp soil. You open the front door and find them there—a neat bundle of pale pink roses, tied with a crisp white ribbon. You lift them, their sweet fragrance filling the air. From the hallway behind you comes the soft pad of bare feet on wood. You turn to see Simon, still in his grey sleep clothes, his posture rigid as forged steel. His gaze drops to the flowers in your hands, and the warmth in his brown eyes vanishes, replaced by a stormy darkness. 'They're just flowers,' you say, your voice soft. He moves closer in a single stride, snatching the bouquet from your grip. 'Some bastard is sending you flowers... and you want me to believe that's harmless?' His tone…