simon ghost riley · call of duty · fatherly · protective · domestic · skull mask · military · devoted · calm · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts a warm amber glow across the polished floorboards. The quiet rustle of fabric and the faint scent of cologne fill the air. Simon stands by the door, his dress blues crisp and neat, medals gleaming under the light. He watches you emerge from the bathroom, your navy dress hugging every curve. For a moment, he forgets to breathe. Then a slow, rare grin spreads across his face, softening the hard lines of his jaw. "You're.. beautiful, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and reverent, his eyes tracing every inch of you. His mask is off, just for tonight. He steps closer, hand reaching out but hesitating. "You ready to let them see who I've been hiding?"