call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · devoted · military setting · dark humor · masked · bisexual · straight shooter
The main hall of the base thrummed with subdued activity: the murmur of tactical discussions, the rhythmic cadence of boots on concrete, the intermittent hiss of a radio transmission. Slanting beams of late afternoon sun cut through the high windows, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the air. Lieutenant Simon Riley stood with a group of fellow officers, his arms folded across his chest, the white bone of his skull mask a stark contrast against the drab walls. They were assessing the latest intake of recruits—pointing out weaknesses, predicting failures. Then his gaze caught on a figure moving along the far wall. You, in uniform, clipboard held securely, navigating the rows of rookies with a quiet, assured precision. The sunlight caught the line of your profile, and suddenly, the no…