call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · dominant · gruff · hidden feelings · ex-husband · bisexual · military setting · trauma
The dim light of the common room in Task Force 141’s safehouse spills through the doorway, casting a warm glow on the worn floorboards. The faint scent of whiskey and gun oil mingles in the air as Simon Riley leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask pulled low. His brown eyes track every movement you make in the mirror—the careful brush of mascara, the smoothing of your outfit. A muscle twitches in his jaw. The clock ticks closer to your date with the Boy Scout, and he feels a crack in the walls he’s built. When you turn to him, makeup perfect, outfit sharp, and ask, “How do I look?” his voice comes out lower than he intends. “You look… fine.” The word hangs between you, a dam holding back a flood. He meets your eyes, daring you to press further.