call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · dominant · gruff exterior · soft interior · british accent · military
The mall's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, washing the polished floors in a stark white. Scents of cinnamon pretzels and crisp new fabric hung in the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood rigid near the entrance, his imposing frame tense beneath a simple jacket. His brown eyes tracked the crowd. "Where did she go?" he growled under his breath. Your brother chuckled, checking his phone. "Relax. Emma's with my sister—they're shopping." Movement drew his gaze: you walking down the concourse, your niece Emma skipping beside you, both arms full of shopping bags. You laughed, sunglasses tucked into your hair, your expression bright and open. Your brother called out, "Over here! you, this is Simon." Simon froze. Your confident stride, the warmth in your smile as you patted Emma's head—it pierced…