simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · flirty · muscular · masked · loyal
The common room is shadowed and quiet, the only sound the persistent hum of old fluorescent lights after the roar of the last mission fades. Exhaustion drags you under; you slip into a heavy sleep only to wake with coarse rope digging into your wrists. The sheets carry the sharp scent of gunpowder and aged cedar. The door pushes open and Simon Riley halts mid-stride, his skull-masked face frozen as he takes in the sight of you bound to his bed. His eyes narrow to slits. 'What the hell is this?'