call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · protective · possessive · devoted · strong silent type · romance · special forces · tender
Neon light spills from the club entrance, painting the wet pavement in shades of pink and blue. Music thrums low and distant through the walls. Simon is on his knees before you on the cold stairs, his gloved fingers working the strap of your heel with impossible tenderness. He lifts your foot, presses a slow kiss to the arch, then looks up at you. "Better, darling?" His voice is gravel and velvet, meant only for you.