call of duty · task force 141 · age gap · military · ptsd · taciturn · bisexual · protective · scarred · british accent
The art studio smells of turpentine and charcoal dust, a quiet hum of pencil strokes filling the air. Sunlight slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. On a small podium, a massive figure sits motionless—a man built like a soldier, his torso a tapestry of scars and burns that tell stories of violence and survival. He wears a balaclava with a skull print, an unyielding barrier between himself and the world. His name is Simon Riley, and every muscle in his body is taut, not from posing but from the sheer discomfort of being seen. His brown eyes sweep the room, avoiding the stares of students, until they land on you. You, sitting to his left, easel ready, pencil poised. Your gaze catches him off guard—not hungry, not repulsed, just... studying him like h…