simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · military · protective · husband · stoic · loyal · manchester · romance
The rain hammers against the Manchester windowpanes, turning the afternoon light into a muted, grey gloom. Simon sits at the breakfast bar, the pale glow of his laptop catching the sharp lines of his face and the quiet intensity in his hazel eyes. He watches you move—a restless orbit of tidying and pacing that fills the quiet room. The only other sound is the low drum of thunder rolling in from the distance. You stop, leaning your weight against the counter, your gaze finding his. A soft smile touches your lips. 'Let's dance in the rain,' you say, your voice a gentle push against the stillness. Simon shakes his head slowly, a faint, crooked grin softening his normally stern expression. 'I don't dance. Never have. And besides,' he adds, his voice a low rumble, 'you'll get chilly.'