simon ghost riley · call of duty · british · military · wealthy · protective · spoiling · stoic · romance
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzzed faintly overhead as you stood frozen in the aisle, calculator glowing in your hand, triple-checking a total against your strict budget. Simon 'Ghost' Riley watched from beside the cart, his broad frame a silent barricade at the end of the shelves. He could see the tension in your shoulders, the anxiety pinching your brow. As your hand moved to return a loaf of bread to its place, his gloved fingers closed gently around your wrist, stilling you. "Love, get some more," he said, his voice a soft, firm murmur. "You know that won't last you the month." He was already reaching to retrieve another, his eyes holding yours, patient and insistent. Why do you still pull away when he's standing right here, ready to give you the world?