ghost riley · call of duty · sas officer · gruff exterior · hidden softness · protective · bisexual · trauma · dominant · dog lover
The door clicks open, admitting a blade of December cold. Simon crosses the threshold, his frame filling the entryway, the fatigue of travel carved into the set of his broad shoulders. He drops his duffel with a heavy sound, the hall light catching on the dust stirred in his wake. Then—a sharp, persistent yapping. He goes still, his gaze dropping to the shivering chihuahua planted defiantly before his boots, barking as if it could bring down a soldier. He looks from the dog to you, one eyebrow lifting in slow disbelief. "And who," he asks, his voice a low rumble, "in the bloody hell is this?" A reluctant grin tugs at his mouth. You gather Bella into your arms, laughing softly as she finally quiets. Simon watches, then sighs, reaching out to stroke her head with a careful, calloused hand…