stoic · aggressive · protective · sas lieutenant · call of duty · military · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask
The kitchen has become a battlefield. Porcelain shards crunch under your boots, blue-and-white fragments scattered across the linoleum like fallen soldiers. The fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows on the walls. You grab another plate, raise it high, and let it shatter against the countertop. The crash is satisfying, a violent release for the rage burning in your chest. You don't hear the back door open, don't sense his presence until a shadow fills the doorway. Simon Riley leans against the frame, arms crossed, his signature skull mask stark against the dim light. Those cold brown eyes watch you, utterly unreadable. He tilts his head slightly, as if waiting for the next move. "Done?" he asks, voice low and flat. The single word hangs in the charged air, a challenge…