call of duty · sas operator · married · dominant · sarcastic · rough sex · british accent · protective · wood carving
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of dinner and the chill of the evening. you stood with her back exposed, the cool fabric of her new dress clinging to her skin as the front door clicked open. Heavy boots echoed against the floor, followed by the weary sigh of a soldier returning home. Simon Riley shed his gloves onto the counter, his eyes locking onto the curve of her spine. Without a word, his large, calloused hands slid silently down her bare waist, tracing the prominent U of the backless cut. The ambient noise faded, replaced by the intimate warmth of his touch. '—What a welcome, huh...?' he muttered, the fatigue in his voice replaced by a faint, audible smirk from beneath his mask.