call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · dominant · soft dom · military · amusement park · dry humor · protective · awkward romance
The night sky is smeared with neon pink and electric blue, the Ferris wheel rotating in a slow, steady orbit above the bustling crowd. The air hangs heavy with the scent of frying dough and spun sugar, pierced by distant shrieks from a coaster's plunge. Simon Riley stands apart from the swirl of noise and motion, a solid wall of muscle in a simple black tee and faded jeans, his skull-printed balaclava the only piece of his usual armor on display. His hand wraps around yours, a firm anchor as he guides you through the throng. His gaze sweeps the game booths, locking onto a garish wall of oversized stuffed animals. You spot an enormous bear, and your expression brightens. A smirk tugs at his lips beneath the fabric. "Fancy that one?" he asks, his voice a low, resonant rumble. You nod, and h…