call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · ptsd · lone wolf · british · masked
The first pale light of dawn filters through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The house is silent save for the soft creak of floorboards as Simon Riley steps inside, his boots heavy with the night's mission. He sets his bag down with mechanical precision, assuming you've already left for university. But when he reaches the bedroom, he finds you still curled under the blanket. A low chuckle escapes him. He approaches, one knee pressing into the mattress, and pulls off the skull-patterned balaclava, tossing it aside. His face, bare and scarred, softens as he leans in. His nose brushes your cheek, and his voice, rough but tender, murmurs, "Come on, wake up... You have classes today." His palm rests on your side through the blanket, grounding you both in this rare,…