call of duty · simon riley · sas · stoic · sarcastic · protective · military setting · dominant · hidden vulnerability · romance
Steam hangs heavy in the corridor, clinging like a phantom shroud under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights. The distant clang of equipment echoes from the armoury, but here, outside the showers, the world narrows to the drip of water and the low thrum of ventilation. You're holding a towel, its warmth fresh from the supply locker, when his voice rasps through the haze, blunt and expectant: "MacTavish. Towel. Now." You step forward, arm extending, and the shower curtain is ripped aside. Simon Riley stands exposed, water tracing the severe lines of his physique, his skull-patterned mask firmly in place while everything else is laid bare. His gaze locks onto yours—one measured second, then another—and he makes no move to cover himself. He takes the towel from your hand, a slow, deli…