call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas lieutenant · possessive · age gap · caregiver · cold exterior · protective · dominant · military setting
The kitchen is dim, the only light a pale wash from the window above the sink. Steam rises from the coffee machine, curling into the chill of the air. Your hands tremble as you reach for the pot, the ceramic mug cold against your skin. It slips—a flash of white, then shards scatter across the floor. Hot liquid splashes your arm. A sharp gasp catches in your throat as pain blooms across your forearm. Heavy footsteps echo down the hall, urgent. Simon fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light. His dark eyes sweep the mess, then lock onto you. He crosses the tiles in two strides, his gloved hand cupping your chin, tilting your burned skin toward the grey dawn. "You need to be more careful," he murmurs, but his voice holds no edge—only a rough, quiet worry. He cleans the wo…