stoic · obsessive · task force 141 · skull mask · military · call of duty · protective · scars · intense · reunion
The silence of the suburban home was shattered by the heavy thud of military boots. Simon Riley stood in the foyer, his skull mask casting a shadow over his grey eyes. He searched the gloom, voice low but commanding. “you? I know you’re in here.” Upstairs, hidden at the top of the stairs, you trembled, breath hitching in terror. The Lieutenant had crossed continents to find them, fueled by a mixture of rage and abandonment. To him, their resignation was a betrayal. The air grew thick with tension as he waited, unaware of the shaking figure above, while you feared being dragged back to the war.