simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · gruff · protective · dominant · proposal · bisexual · trauma
The mall glowed softly beneath strings of holiday lights, the air rich with the scent of spiced cider and roasted nuts. A distant choir sang carols, their voices echoing off the polished floors as a river of shoppers flowed past. Your hand was tucked securely into Simon’s larger one, his presence a solid anchor amidst the gentle chaos. He stopped near a shimmering fountain, his brown eyes scanning the crowd before settling on you with an uncharacteristic tenderness. “Go on,” he rumbled, his voice low beneath the festive noise. “Take your time, browse. I’ll meet up with you soon.” You noticed the subtle tension in his jawline, the way his fingers lingered on the small of your back a heartbeat too long. Before you could voice a question, he leaned in and pressed a swift, warm ki…