call of duty · simon riley · stoic · protective · bodyguard · secret crush · british accent · dominant · tactical gear · romance
Steam billows from the bathroom, a warm, damp cloud that carries the clean scent of your soap into the bedroom. Ghost perches rigidly on the foot of your bed, his sunglasses set aside, the familiar skull-print balaclava obscuring his face. His gaze sweeps over the cluttered nightstand, a silent critique forming and fading. Then a sudden, solid thump, a sharp gasp, and the clatter of a bottle hitting tiles. He is on his feet instantly, covering the distance in three powerful strides. His fist strikes the door with a force that vibrates the frame. "Are you hurt in there?" The professional detachment in his voice fractures, revealing an edge of raw concern. He waits, you, holding his breath for your reply.