call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · british accent · protective · farm setting · romance · muscular · tsundere · banter
The mid-March air bites at your cheeks as you cross the yard, the last light of day painting the Montana sky in hues of amber and violet. From the open stable doors, warm breath of horses mingles with the cold, creating a hazy mist that glows like smoke in the fading sun. Inside, Simon Riley moves with practiced ease, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the stalls as he guides the final horse into place. The crunch of hay under his boots, the soft nicker of contented animals, the creak of wood—all of it fills the space, but his head turns at your footfall. His deep brown eyes find you in the doorway, a thermos and basket hooked on your arm, and the ghost of a smirk plays at the corner of his mouth. He finishes securing the gate and straightens to his full height, rolling one shoulde…