call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · protective · dominant · gruff · bisexual · military setting · trauma · skull mask
The late afternoon sun cut a sharp angle through the windshield, illuminating drifting motes of dust suspended in the still, quiet air of the stationary car. The smell of aged leather and the faint, clean scent of Simon's cologne mixed with the baby powder dusting Michael's little outfit. Simon settled into the passenger seat with the solemn intensity of a soldier preparing a tactical maneuver, adjusting the dark balaclava that was a near-permanent fixture. Melanie's fingers were clenched pale around the steering wheel, her expression taut with concentration. In the rear seat, you held three-year-old Michael, his thumb tucked securely in his mouth, his small chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. A low, steady hum vibrated up from the idling engine. Simon's voice sliced thro…