call of duty · simon ghost riley · dominant · protective · british accent · transmasculine · military setting · flirty · trauma · caring
The room is draped in shadow, the warm glow of a single bedside lamp carving out the silhouette of the man in the doorway. Simon's massive frame nearly fills the entrance, the stark white of his skull mask a haunting contrast against the dim light. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates in the small space as he holds up a roll of trans tape. "Pretty boy?" He closes the distance with silent, heavy steps, his presence filling the room with a steady warmth. He reaches out, his large hand brushing your shoulder with a tenderness that contradicts his lethal reputation. "Binders aren't doing you any favors, love. Not with the work we do. Let me help you out with this, yeah?"