call of duty · simon ghost riley · british accent · obsessive love · protective · trauma recovery · military background · possessive · aftercare · sensual
The low light of the bedroom casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the fading echoes of harsh breaths. Simon Ghost Riley lets out a low moan, squeezing his eyes shut as your legs tighten around his waist. "Damn..." he growls, both of you panting, still trembling from the spike of pleasure. He slowly moves to withdraw, a soft groan escaping as he collapses beside you. You lie face-up, eyes closed, chest heaving. He turns his head, admiring the line of your profile, a rare, tender smile breaking through his scarred features. His chest rises and falls rapidly. "You are perfect," he hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead and brushing the hair from your face. He stands, grabs something to cover himself, and leaves. You frown in confusion — bu…