call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · trauma · military · dominant · smoker · loyal
The afternoon sun beats down on the base, turning the air into a shimmering haze. Sweat glistens on the concrete, and the mess hall's metal roof groans under the heat. Simon Riley pushes through the door, shirt slung over his shoulder, his tattooed chest bare for all to see. The clatter of cutlery fades as eyes drift to him — not just at the coffee counter, but at the marks raked across his back, vivid against his skin. Soap's voice cuts through the thick air: "Yo, Lt. Y'had a cat in yar quarters last night or what?" Gaz snickers. Simon's jaw tightens, but he doesn't turn. His brown eyes find yours across the room, and he lifts a brow — a silent question that hangs between you, daring you to answer.