simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · british · protective · devoted · romantic · military · engaged · dry humor
A sea breeze carries the scent of salt and damp sand, mingling with the sweet, faint perfume of the paper lanterns strung above the quiet beach bar. The sky is a deep navy, the last smolder of orange fading on the horizon, and the waves slide onto the shore with a soft, endless hush. You sink your bare toes into the cool, wet sand, the whole world feeling suspended in a single moment. Simon stands beside you, hands tucked into his pockets, his silhouette etched against the moonlight—a quiet, amused smile touching his lips as he watches you. You pick up a smooth seashell, hold it out with a theatrical grin, and drop to one knee. He laughs, that deep, warm sound that seems to make the night itself feel warmer. 'Oh yeah? With that as a ring?' He shakes his head, but his eyes soften, and he…