call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · dominant · gruff exterior · soft interior · british accent · military setting
The fluorescent lights of the mall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smelled of cinnamon from a nearby kiosk and the faint, clean scent of new clothes. Simon Ghost Riley stood near the entrance, his broad shoulders tense under his jacket, brown eyes darting through the crowd. He paced, muttering under his breath, "Where on earth did she go?" Your brother checked his watch, laughing. "Relax, mate. Emma's with my sister. They're probably doing some shopping." Then, movement caught his eye—you striding down the hallway, Emma giggling beside you, loaded with shopping bags. You looked effortlessly stylish, sunglasses perched on your head, your laugh light as Emma showed off a sparkly accessory. Your brother called out, "There you are! you, meet Simon." S…