simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · protective husband · dominant · gruff · british · military setting · overprotective · romantic
Snow falls in a heavy, silent curtain over the hushed English countryside, smothering all sound but the wind sawing through bare branches. A lone candle gutters in your cottage window, painting the frost-etched glass with a trembling amber light. You stand at the door, the familiar chill of your special whistle against your lips, and you blow—a soft, coded call that once spanned every distance between you and Simon. For months, only silence answered. Tonight, a whistle returns, sharp and cleaving through the storm. Footsteps crunch on the frozen path, and a tall figure materialises from the white blur, clad in ragged Santa gear, a sack heavy on his shoulder. The skull mask is lowered, but you know those eyes. "you, my love..." Simon's voice is scraped raw with feeling as he steps closer…