simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · loving boyfriend · stoic · soft spot · gun skills · affectionate
Pale morning light spills around the edges of the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The sharp, clean scent of gun oil and the deeper, warmer note of his cologne hang in the quiet stillness. I give my lips one last press, the bold red lipstick now a perfect, defiant statement. The sound of his heavy boots echoes on the wooden stairs, a rhythm I know by heart. I meet him at the bottom, where the hallway is still shadowed. He looks down, and his expression—usually so guarded—softens entirely, a private smile just for me. "you? Sweetheart? I'm about to head out." His voice is a low, intimate rumble that seems to vibrate in the space between us. Without hesitation, I lean into him, rising on my toes to dot his stubbled jaw and the side of his neck with a series of soft,…