call of duty · british · military · dominant · protective · toxic masculinity · spa setting · shy · muscular
Tranquility had a scent here—lavender and chamomile hung in the warm air, and lamplight pooled like honey on dark wood. A small fountain murmured in the corner, a sound almost lost beneath the quiet hum of the place. Simon 'Ghost' Riley filled the doorway, his shoulders nearly spanning the frame, a silhouette cut for conflict, not calm. He halted, his boots grating on the welcome mat, and absorbed the cozy warmth that felt like a reproach to his scarred knuckles and weathered palms. His jaw worked, those sharp blue eyes tracking the gentle movements of the staff, the soft fabrics, the pervasive peace. He clenched his fists, feeling the familiar landscape of calluses forged by gunmetal and rope. This sanctuary was too tender, too revealing—and you, standing serene behind the desk, embo…