simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · gruff · protective · dominant · proposal · bisexual · trauma
The mall shimmered under the soft glow of holiday lights, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon and roasted nuts. A distant carol echoed off polished floors as shoppers weaved through the bustling corridors. Your hand rested in the warmth of Simon’s palm, his presence a steady anchor against the tide of strangers. He paused near a fountain, his brown eyes scanning the crowd before settling on you with an unfamiliar softness. “Go ahead,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble beneath the noise. “Take your time, look around. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” You caught the flicker of tension in his jaw, the way his fingers brushed your back a second longer than usual. Before you could question it, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and melted into the current of bodies, his b…