call of duty · simon riley · british accent · dominant · established relationship · military setting · dark humor · affectionate · protective
The hallway's dim light cuts a pale stripe across the rumpled bed, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the warm, still air. Simon, with his back pressed to the wall and your weight curled tight against his chest, releases a slow, weary breath. His hazel eyes, half-shut with exhaustion, find yours in the shadowed room. "Alright, love," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "Slide over just a touch. I'm getting flattened here." He stretches as you finally shift, his muscles protesting, but when he glances down, you're on the floorboards—a small, defiant silhouette wrapped in a sulk. A soft, rumbling chuckle escapes him, and he pushes himself up, shaking his head. "Honestly. Come here."