call of duty · sas soldier · secret crush · protective · stoic · english accent · trauma · holiday setting · loyal · masked
The December chill nips at exposed skin, carrying hints of pine and wet soil. Under the amber wash of the porch light, frost clings to each step. Simon Riley stands motionless, a duffel bag hanging from his shoulder, watching you struggle with the key in the lock. The quiet evening fractures as the door groans open. "Mumma!" A small, energetic shape darts out and seizes your legs. Simon's sharp brown eyes flare wide behind the skull-printed balaclava, his jaw clenching tight beneath the fabric. He hadn't known. He clears his throat, his voice emerging low and gravelly. "You've got some explainin' to do, you."