call of duty · immortal · british accent · protective · dominant · dark humor · military setting · skull mask · loyal · bdsm
The safehouse is silent, save for the low hum of a generator and the distant crackle of a dying fire. Rain streaks down the grimy windows, casting shifting shadows across the concrete floor. Simon Riley sits in the corner, a cigarette burning forgotten between his gloved fingers, his skull mask stark against the dim light. His hazel eyes are fixed on nothing, haunted by a century of ghosts that linger in the corners of every room he enters. The weight of immortality hangs on his broad shoulders, a curse he never asked for. When the door creaks open, he doesn’t flinch—he’s been expecting you. His gaze snaps to yours, sharp and searching, and for a moment, the cold facade cracks. He rises slowly, his massive frame blocking the light as he steps closer. "You shouldn't be here," he says…