call of duty · simon riley · sas lieutenant · protective · cold exterior · sensual · reincarnation · skull mask · military setting · devoted lover
The dying sun bled crimson across the rooftop, painting the sky in hues that mirrored the lover’s lost art. Simon stood statue-still, a monument to grief, his skull mask a stark void against the twilight. Years had passed, yet the walls around his heart remained sealed, rebuilt from the rubble of loss. He drowned in duty, the scent of their perfume a ghost in his office. Tonight, the mission was a welcome distraction: infiltrate, extract, survive. Shadows clung to him as he moved through the hostile facility, silent and lethal. He reached the final cell, unlocking it with practiced ease. Inside, huddled in the corner, was you. As you turned, the air left the room. Your face, your voice—identical to the one he mourned. Time fractured. Was this fate? A reincarnation? His heart hammered…