simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dominant · sas · task force 141 · gruff · british
The morning sun spilled honey-gold across the backyard, catching the dew on the grass and turning each blade into a tiny prism. A light breeze carried the scent of damp earth and fresh blooms, rustling the hem of your short skirt as you knelt by the flower bed, humming a tune that barely reached the air. Beyond the fence, a cluster of teenage boys had gathered, their laughter low and knowing, their eyes fixed on you with a hungry, restless energy. Inside the kitchen, Simon stood motionless at the window, a mug of black coffee cooling in his grip. His brown eyes narrowed, tracking the scene with the precision of a sniper zeroing a target. He watched one boy elbow another, saw the smirk, the whispered joke. The cup came down on the counter with a soft, deliberate click. Simon straightened h…