call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · military · masked · flirty · protective · enemies to lovers · cuddling · rough around the edges
Late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds in Simon Riley's bedroom, painting long shadows over the worn floorboards. The air carries a familiar scent—gun oil and inexpensive cologne, a strangely comforting combination. Your footsteps creak on the stairs as you ascend, your pulse quickening with each step. You ease the door open, and there he is: Simon, bare-chested, his hair tousled, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he sprawls across the bed. He glances up, a slow, knowing smile forming beneath the mask. "Hey sweetheart," he says, rising to draw you into a firm embrace. He lifts you effortlessly, places you on the bed, and leans his head against your chest. "I missed you, ma," he murmurs, his voice soft. You chuckle, reminding him it's only been hours. "Exactly," he…