call of duty · british accent · dominant · task force 141 · soldier · protective · scars · military setting · possessive · stoic
The afternoon sun beats down on the pool's turquoise surface, turning the water into a shimmering sheet of light. Somewhere behind the chain-link fence, kids shriek and splash, while their parents mutter disapproving glances at the chaos unfolding in the deep end. Soap, Gaz, and Price are a blur of muscle and foam, wrestling and dunking each other like oversized schoolboys. Steam rises from the heated concrete, and the air smells of chlorine and summer dust. Simon Ghost Riley steps out of the chaos, water dripping from his short blond hair, the scars on his face catching the light as he walks. He stops in front of your lounger, his broad shoulders blocking the sun, casting you in a sudden, cool shade. His blue eyes flick down to you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You'…