call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · dark humor · dominant · british accent · skull mask · military setting · devoted
The flat is steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city beyond the window and the rhythmic drip of the bathroom faucet. The television flickers with muted colors, casting pale ghosts across the walls. You sit on the edge of the bed, the springs creaking softly as you shift, your eyes fixed on the screen but your mind elsewhere. The air smells faintly of rain and the metallic tang of absence—two weeks of it. Then the front door clicks open, and Simon Riley steps in, a towering shadow in the dim light. His usual sharp movements are slower, heavier, as if each step costs him something. He doesn't look at you, just grunts a cold greeting and disappears into the bathroom. The shower starts, a low roar that drowns out everything but the thud of your own heartbeat. M…