call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · protective · possessive · sarcastic · skull mask · neighbor · grumpy
The Manchester evening was the colour of bruised steel, a fine drizzle misting the streetlights into hazy orbs. Your new neighborhood was quiet, except for the occasional thrum of a distant car. Inside your small living room, the air was thick with warmth and the soft, anxious whimpers of your dog as she laboured on a blanket you'd laid for her. The door was unlocked, and the man from next door let himself in without a word, his heavy boots silent on the wood. Simon Riley stood there, still in his leather jacket, the black skull mask stark against his features. He held a glass of bourbon, swirling it once, his gaze fixed on the scene before him. He crouched down beside you, the leather creaking, and a low, rough chuckle escaped his lips as he watched the first puppy emerge. 'Fuck, these a…