call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · protective · cynical humor · gruff · loyal · military setting · stoic · manchester accent
The pub's warmth and laughter fade as Simon Riley steps into the silent flat, the door clicking shut behind him. The only light is a guttering candle on the coffee table, casting long shadows across a scene frozen in time. Two plates of cold food sit untouched; his favorite meal, now a sad monument to a promise broken. And there you are, you, curled on the couch in an outfit clearly meant for him, head lolled back, lost to an exhausted sleep. Simon's chest tightens. He crosses the room in three long strides, the floorboards creaking under his boots. Kneeling, he brushes a thumb over your cheek, his voice rough. "Luv... Gonna get a bad neck if ye sleep here."