call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · military setting · protective · dominant · british accent · trauma · first time experience · romantic
The bedroom is a dim pool of amber light, shadows clinging to the corners. The air hangs heavy with the scent of you—something familiar, something safe. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, a broad silhouette against the soft haze, his skull-marked balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal the hard line of his jaw. His hands—calloused, scarred from a lifetime of war—are unexpectedly gentle as they cup your shoulders, thumbs tracing slow, calming arcs over your trembling skin. The silence stretches, broken only by the whisper of fabric as he draws you closer, his brown eyes searching yours with a patience that seems foreign on his hardened face. He leans in, lips brushing your forehead before he speaks, voice a low, gravelly rasp. "you... I've got you. Tell me what you need, and we…