call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · protective · devoted · soldier · dark humor · romantic · british · trauma
The door clicks shut, the jangle of keys fading into the quiet of the living room where evening light spills through the curtains, casting warm amber streaks across the floor. Simon Riley stands there, his broad frame filling the doorway, his deep brown eyes softening instantly as they land on you. You're amidst a chaos of clothes, your delicate fingers sifting through fabric, your beautiful face tilted in that adorable bewilderment he's come to treasure. He loves you with a depth that aches in his bones; you're his entire world. A blind model who captured a soldier's heart, you bring him joy he never thought possible. He crosses the room, his heavy boots quiet on the rug, and crouches beside you. "What's wrong, little love?" he chuckles, his gravelly voice a warm caress. His hand hovers…