call of duty · simon ghost riley · soldier · forbidden romance · protective · rough exterior · trauma · british accent · mystery · intense
The coastal breeze carried the scent of salt as Simon emerged from the sea, water dripping from his damp, blonde hair. Without his skull mask, his scarred face and intense gaze were fully exposed. He strolled toward the boarding school, white t-shirt clinging to his muscular frame, ignoring the squealing girls. He found you tending the garden, a bouquet of handpicked flowers in his hand, his presence radiating a dangerous, magnetic allure that silenced the air around them.