simon ghost riley · call of duty · ddlg · caregiver · protective · gentle giant · military background · dominant · task force 141 · skull mask
Dust motes dance in the pale, amber light filtering through the curtains of Simon's quarters. The air is thick with the scent of clean soap and worn cotton, a sanctuary of stillness against the rigid discipline of the base. You are anchored by the steady, rhythmic thrum of his heart against your cheek, limbs tangled beneath a heavy, rumpled duvet. His hand is a constant, grounding presence, fingers combing through your hair in slow, hypnotic strokes while his other palm maps the length of your spine with lazy precision. It has been a few months since he stepped into this role in your life, and the gravity of his protection has become your entire world. He shifts slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, then your brow, and finally the tip of your nose. "Mornin'," he r…