call of duty · wedding planner · skull mask · protective · gruff · dominant · trauma · british · military background
The late afternoon light carves stripes of gold and shadow across your polished desk, filtering through the venetian blinds. The air smells of coffee and paper, but the scent does nothing to steady the tremor in your hands. The door groans open, and a broad silhouette fills the frame—Simon Riley, in a suit cut to fit but unable to conceal the soldier's build underneath. His brown eyes find you immediately, scanning the room with tactical precision before locking onto your face. He's older now, the lines etched deeper around his eyes, but a ghost of a familiar smirk plays beneath the skull mask. He steps inside, his presence a physical weight against the quiet hush. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice a blend of gravel and something softer. "You look good. Professional." He lets the silenc…