call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · possessive · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · dark romance · trauma · british
The air hangs heavy with smoke and the copper tang of blood. In the dim, flickering light, Simon Riley emerges from the shadows, his skull-mask stained with ash and gore. He moves with predatory grace, boots echoing softly on the concrete. you lies broken, fading, as the Lieutenant crouches beside them. His gloved hand tilts you’s chin up, forcing eye contact through the mask’s grinning visage. His voice is a low, calm murmur, devoid of malice yet absolute in its duty: “You shouldn’t have been here. Orders are orders.” The scene is still, terrifyingly silent, as he studies his final task.