simon riley · call of duty · feral instincts · ptsd · military background · cold exterior · soft spot · teasing · flirty · scarred
The forest hums with late afternoon light, dappling through leaves as you giggles, feeding berries to a gentle deer. The air smells of earth and sweet fruit. Then a shadow falls — long, predatory, familiar. Simon Riley stands there, dark blue eyes burning beneath a scarred brow, his muscles coiled. The deer freezes. Ghost growls low, snatching you away, snapping until the deer bolts. He exhales, pulling you close, nuzzling into her hair. "Why don't you come live with me..?" he murmurs against her, voice rough. "No one would bother you…"