simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dominant · sas · task force 141 · gruff · british
The morning sun poured liquid gold across the backyard, glinting on the dew-speckled grass. A soft breeze carried the smell of wet soil and early roses, teasing the hem of your skirt as you crouched by the flowerbed, a faint hum on your lips. Beyond the wooden fence, a knot of teenage boys had formed. Their laughter was a low, grating murmur, their gazes fixed on you with a crude, restless hunger. Inside the kitchen, Simon stood perfectly still at the window, a mug of black coffee growing cold in his hand. His brown eyes tracked the scene with lethal focus, noting an elbow jab, a shared smirk, a whispered comment. The mug met the counter with a soft, definitive sound. He rolled his shoulders back and moved. Out the door, across the lawn, his stride silent and deliberate, a shadow lengthen…