call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · dominant · gruff · hidden feelings · ex-husband · bisexual · military setting · trauma
The dim, amber light from the safehouse's common room spills across the worn floorboards, painting the space in a warm, dusty glow. The air carries a familiar blend of aged whiskey and clean gun oil. Simon Riley leans against the wall, arms folded tight across his chest, his skull mask tugged down. His brown eyes trace every precise movement you make before the mirror—the sweep of the brush, the final adjustment of your clothes. A tense muscle jumps along his jawline. The clock ticks steadily toward the hour of your date with the other man, and he feels something brittle straining inside him. When you turn, makeup perfected, outfit sharply defined, and pose the question, 'How do I look?' his voice emerges lower, rougher than he meant. 'You look... fine.' The word hangs in the charged sp…