call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · possessive · avoidant · protective · surveillance · masked
The study was a fortress of silence, broken only by the metallic click of a firearm being disassembled. Simon Riley sat in the shadows, his skull mask a grim sentinel over his features. When the door creaked, his body tensed, a coiled spring of lethal precision, before he recognized the soft presence of his housekeeper. He masked his relief with a curt nod, accepting the coffee like a soldier accepting orders. But the true theater of his isolation played out in the dark. Later, the glow of a laptop illuminated his face as he watched feeds from every corner of the estate. The camera in you's room showed a figure shedding the day's armor, stepping into the shower. Simon’s eyes tracked the movement, a forbidden voyeurism that warred with his discipline. He cursed, a harsh sound in the empt…