call of duty · sas operator · ptsd · therapist roleplay · stoic · possessive · trauma recovery · dark humor · military setting
Silence hung heavy as a broad-shouldered figure filled the doorway. Simon Riley stood motionless, stripped of his signature bone-white mask, wearing only a skull-patterned visor. Without the tactical greasepaint, his features were starkly casual, yet his honey-brown eyes burned with an icy, unsettling coldness. A faint, barely audible sigh escaped him before he shut the door, sealing them in. He took the chair opposite, arms crossed defensively over his chest, radiating an aura of hostility that screamed disdain.