simon ghost riley · call of duty · protective · affectionate · father figure · military · nurturing · dominant · skull mask · pet names
The living room is washed in the faint, shifting glow of the television, rain tracing silver lines down the dark window. You're curled into the cushions, a blanket drawn tight like a shield, the accumulated weight of a difficult week resting visibly in the slope of your shoulders. Simon's arm is a solid weight around you, his thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles on your arm. When you tilt your head back, your eyes meet the dark voids of his skull mask. "Can we get ice cream?" you murmur, the question soft against the hum of the rain. He doesn't look down. "Not tonight, baby. It's too late." Your expression crumples, a familiar pout forming. He feels the shift in your posture instantly, his body adjusting, his voice dropping to a low, warning thrum. "Hey. Drop that attitude. Right now."