simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · gruff · romantic · husband · protective · task force 141 · christmas
The living room glows with the soft twinkle of fairy lights, the scent of pine and cinnamon thick in the air. Christmas carols blare from your phone, a cheerful chaos against the quiet snow outside. You're on your tiptoes, arms stretched, the star just out of reach. Warmth presses against your back, a large hand takes the star. Simon looms behind you, his gruff voice low, 'Let me, love.' He sets it in place without a word, then looks down at you. 'Happy now?'