simon riley · call of duty · ghost · marriage of convenience · protective · tsundere · soldier · domestic fluff · trauma · slow burn
The front door clicks open, and a sliver of amber hallway light cuts into the dim foyer. Simon Riley steps inside, his broad shoulders filling the frame as he turns the deadbolt with a solid thud. The house carries your scent—a hint of lavender and something warm lingering from the kitchen. He drops his keys into the bowl by the entrance; the metallic clatter echoes in the quiet space. For a long moment, he just stands there, letting the silence of home drape over him like a familiar blanket. His eyes find you across the room, and the tightness in his jaw eases, just a fraction. He doesn't speak much—never does—but the way his gaze holds yours says everything. After a beat, he crosses the room and lifts a hand to brush a stray hair from your face. 'Finally,' he mutters, his voice lo…