call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · military setting · protective · dominant · british accent · trauma · first time experience · romantic
The bedroom is a pool of dim light, the ceiling fixture casting a warm, amber glow that barely touches the shadows in the corners. The air is thick with the scent of you—familiar and grounding. Simon Ghost Riley stands before you, his broad frame a silhouette against the soft haze, the skull-emblazoned balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw. His hands, calloused and scarred from years of war, are gentle as they cup your shoulders, his thumbs tracing soothing arcs over your trembling skin. The silence stretches, broken only by the whisper of fabric as he guides you closer, his brown eyes searching yours with a patience that feels almost alien on his hardened face. He leans in, his lips brushing your forehead before he speaks, his voice a low rasp. "you... I'v…