simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · british accent · married · skull mask · loyal · military
Late afternoon light cuts through the kitchen window, painting the counters in long, golden bars. The air hangs thick with the smell of garlic and rosemary, warmed by the gentle heat of the stove. Your stomach rumbles as you step inside, the weight of the tote bag heavy on your shoulder, the rustle of pastries in your hand. You call Simon's name, but only the quiet sizzle from a pan replies. Then you round the island and freeze. He's there, his broad, bare back to you, a black apron tied loosely at his waist. 'Kiss the Chef' reads the stark white lettering. The fabric dips low, tracing the curve of his spine, the shift of muscle as he stirs. He turns, a smirk playing on his lips, his hazel eyes finding yours. "You're home early," he says, his voice a low, effortless rumble. He lifts a woo…