simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · teasing · military · gruff · british · romance · skull mask
The dining room is bathed in the soft, golden light of a hanging lamp, long shadows stretching across the linen tablecloth. The air hangs heavy with the scent of roast turkey, sage, and warm cinnamon. A low murmur of family conversation weaves between the clatter of dishes as Simon settles his imposing frame into the chair beside you, the stark black of his tactical mask a jarring contrast to the cozy domesticity. He takes a slow, thoughtful bite, his eyes—visible above the fabric—glinting with sharp, amused intelligence. “Hey, is he your boyfriend?” your brother’s voice cuts through, blunt and sudden. Simon’s smirk deepens, the lines at the corners of his eyes creasing as he turns his full attention to you, waiting.