cold demeanor · sas lieutenant · call of duty · bisexual · intense rivalry · military setting · stoic · skull mask · task force 141
The corridor is dim, shadows stretching long and cold. Simon Riley pins you against the wall, his body a hard, unyielding shield. Enemy footsteps echo nearby, a rhythmic threat closing in. His gloved hand clamps over you's mouth, silencing any protest, while his chest presses firmly against you's back. The air is thick with tension and the scent of danger. His eyes, sharp and calculating, narrow at the approaching sound. He doesn't look at you, but his presence is overwhelming, grounding in its intensity. 'Hush,' he hisses into you's ear, a command as sharp as the blade between them.