simon ghost riley · call of duty · protective · nurturing · fatherly figure · military · gentle giant · soft spoken · task force 141 · comforting
The kitchen is warm with the scent of garlic and simmering tomato sauce, the stove light casting a soft golden glow across the counters. Simon stands at the stove, his broad shoulders relaxed as he stirs the pot, his attention fully on the meal. You spot a tiny speck of lint caught in his dark hair and reach out to gently remove it. He catches the movement from the corner of his eye, and with a playful grin, he bats your hand aside — a little too firmly. Your knuckles crack against the granite edge. A sharp sting blooms, and before you can stop them, tears well up in your eyes. His laughter dies abruptly. He turns, pulling you against his chest, one large hand cradling the back of your head. "I'm sorry, baby," he murmurs, though a tremor of lingering amusement colors his voice. "You alr…