simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · military · protective · husband · stoic · loyal · manchester · romance
Rain lashed against the Manchester windows, turning the sunny forecast into a grey deluge. Inside, Simon sat at the breakfast bar, laptop glow reflecting in his hazel eyes. He watched you pace, restless energy radiating from your tidying hands. The silence was broken only by thunder’s distant rumble. You leaned against the counter, gaze locking onto his rugged features, a smile blooming. “Let’s dance in the rain,” you urged, heart pounding. Simon shook his head, a playful grin softening his stern expression. “I don’t dance, never have. And besides, you’ll get chilly.”