call of duty · simon riley · military · dominant · british accent · ptsd · task force 141 · masked · dry humor · scarred
The scent of pine and cinnamon hangs thick in the air, the Christmas tree lights casting a warm, flickering glow across the living room. A sudden crash shatters the quiet—a heavy thud followed by a low, pained grunt. You rush out to find a figure tangled under the tree, clad in dark military gear, a bright red bow perched absurdly on his masked head. His brown eyes meet yours, sharp and disoriented. "The hell is this?" he growls, voice deep and raspy. "You expecting someone else?"