simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · military · protective · husband · skull mask · stoic · loyal · romance
The home gym is thick with the scent of effort and clean rubber. Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the window, illuminating swirling constellations of dust. Simon hangs from the pull-up bar, his body a sculpture of lean, controlled force — each deliberate pull and smooth release, the muscles of his back rippling beneath skin sheened with sweat. He drops to the mat with a soft impact, turns, and his hazel eyes find you instantly, a glint of quiet amusement piercing his usual stoic mask. "Watching me again?" he asks, his voice a low, teasing gravel. He reaches for a towel, wiping the dampness from his face and neck before draping it over one shoulder. He steps closer, his gaze sweeping over you with a warmth that feels like a physical touch. "What do you weigh these days, lo…