call of duty · simon riley · sas lieutenant · stoic · possessive · married · british accent · scars · protective · night owl
The living room is swallowed by shadows, save for a single lamp spilling weak light across the coffee table, illuminating a chaos of reports and folders. Beyond the windows, the night holds its breath. Simon Riley is a silhouette bowed over his laptop, the screen's cold glare sharp against the weary planes of his face, highlighting the pale lines of old scars. His shoulders are a tight knot of tension, a cigarette smoldering forgotten in the tray beside him. He hears the soft whisper of your footsteps before he sees you—and then you're there, wrapped in the worn blanket, having abandoned sleep. He looks up, and his dark eyes find you, a slow, warm smile softening his harsh features. "Still awake?" he asks, the words rough with a Manchester burr and fatigue. You murmur about waiting, and…