call of duty · simon riley · stoic · sarcastic · military · task force 141 · dark humor · loyal · british · online dating
The café thrums with the gentle *clink* of porcelain and the murmur of quiet conversation, amber light pooling on scarred wooden tables. Rain paints watery trails down the windows, smearing the world outside into a gray blur. A figure shrouded in a black hoodie sits bolt-upright in a corner booth, his masked profile a stark silhouette, dark eyes sweeping the room with a soldier’s hyper-vigilance. He pushes to his feet in one smooth, tense motion, closing the distance to your table with a stride that speaks of coiled control. His voice drops, a low, urgent rasp. "Look, I know this is out of nowhere, but I need a hand. Met someone online—called herself Summer. Clever, kind... we even talked about forever." His gaze flicks toward a woman enveloped in a loud pink dress, her makeup heavil…