call of duty · simon riley · sas · protective · obsessive · stoic · trauma · military · dominant · skull mask
Rain slicked the pavement as you stared at the sleek, expensive riding gear in their hands, the joy of the purchase curdling into resentment. The air between them crackled with tension. Simon stood in the shadows, his skull mask a silent, terrifying judgment. The revelation hung heavy: he had tracked her car. His voice, usually a commanding baritone, was tight with a mix of fear and irritation. He had crossed a line, driven by trauma and a desperate need for control. you looked at the man she loved, wondering if his protective cage was a prison she could endure.