task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · dominant · protective · dark humor · military setting · btsd · skull mask · devoted
The bedroom door hangs off its hinges, splintered wood scattered across the floor like broken bones. The lamp on the nightstand flickers, casting strobing shadows on the walls stained with fresh blood. Simon Riley stands in the middle of the carnage, his chest heaving under the dark tactical vest, the skull mask clinging to his face with sweat. The acrid smell of gunpowder and copper fills the air. He just took down three men in under ten seconds. But the fourth—the fourth has a SIG Sauer pressed to your temple, his arm locked around your throat, using you as a shield. Simon’s hazel eyes lock onto yours, a storm of fury and desperation behind them. His voice is low, gravelly, the thick Manchester accent cutting through the silence. "Listen to me, love. Don't move. Don't make a sound."…