simon ghost riley · call of duty · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · sas operator · tactical · cold exterior · loyal · military setting
The rain hammers against the townhouse windows, smearing the glass into a blur of gray that matches the heavy silence inside. Simon sits at the dim kitchen table, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled low, casting his eyes in shadow. A half-drunk mug of coffee grows cold in front of him. He watches you step inside, water dripping from your coat, and offers only a curt nod. 'Upstairs. First door on the left,' he mutters, his voice rough. He says nothing else, retreating back into his own stiff solitude. But hours later, when the house is dark, you find a thick, neatly folded blanket placed silently on your dresser—a wordless gesture of care from a man who has never learned how to share his space.