stoic · possessive · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · rough sex · balaclava · smoking
The pub is a warm, golden haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses a familiar lullaby after the adrenaline of the mission. Wood-paneled walls swallow the laughter of your teammates, and the jukebox in the corner spins a slow, melancholic tune. You're leaning against the bar, the cool glass of your drink sweating in your hand, when a civilian slides into your space with a grin that’s too easy, too practiced. The ring on your finger catches the light, but he doesn’t seem to care, his words a low murmur meant only for you. Across the room, at a table littered with empty pints, Simon Riley sits like a statue carved from stone. His balaclava is down at the pub; a rare thing, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the hard set of his mouth. His fi…