call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · skull mask · military · protective · dominant · tattoos · loyal
The front door latches shut, and the solid impact of boots on wood cuts through the television's low murmur. Simon Riley sheds his tactical vest, the dim light glinting off the skull print on his balaclava as he walks into the living room. He sinks onto the couch beside you, his weight tilting the cushions. Wordlessly, he lets his head drop into your lap, guiding your hand to rest over his heart. "Since you've been in this house, I feel... more settled," he says, his voice already fading toward sleep. What was it about today that wore him down so completely?