simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · tsundere · protective · military · mlm · smoking · stoic · romance
The first threads of daylight unravel over the quiet town, staining the horizon in pale gold and muted rose. Leaning on the balcony railing, you draw on your cigarette and let the smoke spill out to join the chill of early air, your eyes on the sun as it crests the rooftops. A floorboard sighs behind you, then strong arms encircle your waist, pulling you back into a solid warmth. Simon's lips find the nape of your neck in a drowsy, intimate kiss. "Morning, handsome..." he rasps, his voice still graveled from sleep.