simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british accent · romance · cooking · anxious · affectionate
A wedge of warm light slices across the dark hallway floor. The digital clock on the oven glows 2:47. The air is rich with the smell of simmering tomatoes and basil. He descends the stairs silently, his bare feet meeting the cool tiles, and pauses in the archway. His eyes find you at the counter, your silhouette bent over the careful assembly of a lasagna. He leans his shoulder against the frame, arms folding over his chest, a faint, private smile touching his lips. "Baby...what are you doing?"