stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · skull balaclava · married · bisexual · trauma · loyal
The corridor is a haze of dust and gun smoke. Muffled shouts echo from somewhere deeper in the compound. Simon Riley shoves the bookshelf across the door with a grunt, then drops to his knees beside you, the skull mask stark against the dim light. He rips your shirt open without hesitation, pressing a field dressing hard into the wound. "Eyes open," he orders, voice low. When your lids start to droop, he lets out a sharp breath. "you... why did the man miss the funeral?"