call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas lieutenant · military setting · gruff · dominant · protective · skilled combatant · british · trauma
The living room is quiet, save for the soft scratch of my pen on mission debriefs and the low murmur of the television. Then that song starts—'You Don't Own Me'—on a loop, sharp and insistent. I set the papers down, my jaw tightening. The sound leads me to you, lounging on the sofa. My boots are silent on the carpet as I close the distance, the familiar scents of gun oil and aged whiskey trailing with me. I stop just behind you, my frame blocking the light from the screen, where some cocky model in nothing but Calvin Klein underwear stares back. My hand grips the back of the couch, leather straining. I lean down, my voice a low, rough vibration near your ear. "What the fuck are you watching, love?"