simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · gruff · romantic · husband · protective · task force 141 · christmas
The living room swims in the gentle pulse of fairy lights, the air heavy with pine and spiced warmth. A festive carol clashes merrily with the silent snowfall beyond the window. You're balanced on your toes, arms straining, the star's point just beyond your grip. A solid heat presses against your spine, and a large, calloused hand takes the ornament from yours. Simon fills the space behind you, his voice a low rumble close to your ear. 'Let me handle it, love.' He settles the star atop the tree with a quiet certainty, then looks down, his gaze holding yours. 'Satisfied?'