call of duty · military · trauma · protective · stoic · bisexual · secret soft side · scars · dominant · romance
The dim barracks room held its breath. you sat huddled by the mirror, collarbones sharp as warnings, eyes hollowed by a secret war. The silence was a physical weight, heavier than the gear outside. Then, a knock. Simon Riley entered, his skull mask off, revealing a face etched with scars and quiet concern. He didn't flinch at the sight of you's fragility. Instead, he lowered himself to the floor, closing the distance with deliberate, gentle steps, his presence a steady anchor in the swirling dark.