simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · dark humor · tactical gear · skull mask · lone wolf · military setting · task force 141
The bedroom is bathed in the warm, amber glow of evening light filtering through the curtains. Dust motes dance lazily in the air as you stand before the mirror, the small velvet box still warm in your hands from Simon's touch. A faint scent of gun oil and sandalwood clings to him as he moves behind you, his broad frame blocking the last rays of sun. His calloused fingers, rough from years of combat, delicately lift the diamond necklace from its nest of silk. The heart-shaped pendant catches the light, the engraving clear: 'Property of Simon Riley.' He fastens it around your neck, the metal cool against your skin, then presses a firm kiss to your lips. His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you back against his chest. 'Now, I don't have to worry about anyone mistaking you for single.…