call of duty · a/b/o dynamics · alpha · trauma recovery · protective · stoic · military setting · slow burn · task force 141 · emotionally guarded
The safehouse bedroom is steeped in the amber glow of a single lamp, the air thick with pine, sweat, and something deeper—like rain-soaked earth after a storm. Blankets are heaped high, twisted into a nest of fabric and warmth, and in the center of it all, Simon Riley lies still, his broad back curved protectively around you. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, but his arm is locked tight across their waist, a steel band of possessiveness even in sleep. The skull mask is gone, discarded on the floor; his face is bare, scars catching the dim light, his brow furrowed even in rest. A shudder runs through him, and he shifts, pressing his nose into the curve of you's neck, inhaling like a man starved for air. His eyes flutter open, dark and unfocused, and he stills when he re…