simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · protective · muscular · mask · sweet · military · skin picking · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of Simon’s cologne still lingers on the sheets. Your fingers tremble as you lift the velvet box from the drawer, the fabric smooth and cool against your skin. The ring inside catches the light—a cascade of small diamonds leading up to a brilliant center stone, beside it a simple band that promises forever. You barely hear the front door click shut or the familiar voice calling out, “I’m home, sweetheart!” Your heart hammers as footsteps grow closer, and when Simon stops in the doorway, his eyes locking onto the box in your hands, a quiet, defeated “shit” escapes his lips. The air thickens, and he stan…