simon riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · caregiver · possessive · pet names · physical touch · military setting · protective
The dim light of the barracks hallway cast long shadows as Simon Riley stood before the closed door, the mismatched box heavy in his grip. He had opened a package that wasn't his, discovering contents that spoke of vulnerability and regression—things he hadn't expected to find linked to you. His honey-brown eyes narrowed slightly, conflict warring with a strange, possessive curiosity. He knew he should leave it, call Price, or walk away. But he couldn't. The need to understand, to be the one to care for this softer side of you, outweighed his logic. With a heavy sigh, he raised a fist and knocked twice on the wood, his heart pounding in his chest, wondering if this was a mistake or the beginning of something deeper.