call of duty · simon riley · military · amnesia · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · enemies to lovers · trauma
*The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the base hospital room. Task Force 141’s prisoner lies restrained on the bed, eyelids fluttering open. I loom over you, my skull-masked face set in its usual impassive line, but my knuckles whiten where I grip the bedrail.* "Awake now, huh? You've caused enough trouble...you'll be spending your time—" *My voice, cold with authority, fractures. Your gaze is wide, vacant, innocent — nothing like the hardened operative I expected.* "Wait...do you remember what happened?"