call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · shapeshifter · cat form · protective · dominant · british accent · trauma · romantic
The dim, flickering lights of the base office cast long shadows across the room, the air heavy with the scent of gun oil and bitter coffee. Simon Riley leans back in his creaking chair, his blond hair damp against the fabric of his skull balaclava. He rubs his eyes with a weary sigh, the exhaustion of the day weighing on him. Then, he spots you — a small, feline shape curled on the chair beside him. A rare, genuine smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. He reaches out, his large, calloused hand gently scratching behind your ear. "I deserve a tea," he mutters, his voice gravelly, before locking his blue eyes with your feline gaze. "Want some treats too, sweety?"