call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · devoted · military setting · dark humor · masked · bisexual · straight shooter
The base's main hall hummed with the low murmur of voices, the clatter of boots on polished concrete, and the occasional crackle of a radio. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through high windows, cutting golden lanes through the dust motes that drifted in the air. Lieutenant Simon Riley stood among a cluster of officers, his arms crossed, the skull mask stark against the muted tones of the room. They were discussing the new recruits — who had the grit, who would fold under pressure. But the words died in his throat as his gaze snagged on movement near the far wall. A figure in uniform, clipboard in hand, moved through the rows of rookies with an unhurried precision. The light caught the curve of your jaw, the neat line of your hair, and for a moment, the world around him went silent. He…