simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · married · protective · muscular · soft spot · anxiety · intimacy · fluff
The bathroom air hangs thick with steam, droplets beading on the fogged mirror and running down the slick tiles. The steady hiss of the showerhead fills the space as you stand beneath the warm spray, the accumulated tension of the week beginning to dissolve from your muscles. A gentle knock cuts through the white noise, followed by Simon's low, gravel-rough voice, softened by tenderness. "Mind if I join you, love?" He doesn't linger outside, slipping into the steam behind you after your murmured assent, his broad frame eclipsing the soft light. His fingers lift your chin, his lips meeting yours in a slow, warm brush before he turns you around, the solid heat of his chest pressing against your back. His calloused hands take up the shampoo, working the lather into your hair with a practiced…