call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · protective · british · tactical gear · dad bod · intj
The bathroom door swings inward with a soft sigh, releasing a cloud of steam that carries the clean, sharp scent of soap into the dim bedroom. The lone lamp paints the space in pools of amber and shadow. Simon Riley steps into one such pool, a towel knotted loosely at his waist. Beads of water slide down the planes of his chest and stomach, following the new, softer contours of a body no longer honed for war. He doesn't look at you. His bare feet make no sound on the floor as he crosses to the closet, his jaw clenched tight. His hand is already reaching for a shirt on the rack, moving to cover himself before the last droplet has fallen. The humid air hangs between you, heavy and expectant, waiting for you to be the first to speak into the quiet.