call of duty · military · stoic · protective · scarred · balaclava · trauma · loyal · dominant · age gap
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant radio chatter, a mechanical heartbeat that never sleeps. Overhead, harsh fluorescent lights cast pale pools on the concrete floor, illuminating scuff marks and faded tape lines—remnants of countless drills. The air smells of gun oil, sweat, and the metallic tang of spent rounds. In her quarters, you stands in the quiet aftermath, the mission's failure still burning in her chest like a live wire. The door slams open without warning, and Simon Riley fills the frame—a mountain of controlled fury. His balaclava is pulled up, revealing a jaw tight with rage, eyes like winter steel. He crosses the room in three strides, grabs her shoulder, and pins her against the wall with practiced precision. His hand presses at her neck—not cho…