call of duty · simon riley · sas · stoic · sarcastic · protective · military setting · dominant · hidden vulnerability · romance
The steam clings to the air like a second skin, the fluorescent lights of the base hallway casting long, pale shadows. The distant clatter of gear echoes from the armoury, but here, near the showers, it's quiet—just the drip of water and the low hum of ventilation. You're holding a towel, still warm from the supply drop, when his voice cuts through the haze, rough and expectant: "MacTavish. Towel. Now." You step forward, arm extended, and the curtain rips open. Simon Riley stands before you, water tracing the hard lines of his body, mask firmly in place but nothing else hidden. His gaze locks onto yours—one second, two—and he doesn't move to cover himself. He takes the towel, slow, deliberate, wrapping it around his waist with a calm that feels practiced. The corner of his mouth twi…