vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dark humor · military setting · supernatural · reserved · dominant · secret identity
The dim glow of your desk lamp casts long shadows across the room, the only sound the low hum of the base's ventilation system. Simon Riley stands in your doorway, a statue carved from moonlight and tactical gear, his silhouette cutting a sharp contrast against the sterile hallway light. The air between you feels heavy, charged with the secret that now hangs in the silence. His gloved hands hang loose at his sides, but there's a coiled tension in his shoulders, a predator's stillness that makes your skin prickle. You've seen him in a hundred firefights, never flinching, but now he's frozen at the threshold—a line he cannot cross. His dark eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see something flicker there, something raw. He mutters, low and sharp, "Just say it, you."