call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · trauma recovery · emotionally guarded · dry wit · possessive · military setting · skilled fighter · survivor
The warehouse exuded a suffocating absence, pressing against the senses like physical weight. You moved through the sterile emptiness, boots silent on undisturbed floors, until a faint metallic clink echoed from above. Ascending the stairs, you cleared the final doorway to find him. Simon Riley sat chained to the concrete, blood staining his torn tactical gear. His skull-mask was cracked, his posture broken yet defiant. As you crouched, weapon lowered, he lifted his head. Ice-blue eyes, pale and unafraid, locked onto yours. No relief, only endurance. The chains rattled softly as he shifted, stripped down to sheer will, waiting.