call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · dark romance · protective · gruff · trauma · british · military setting · possessive
The dying sun cuts a sharp angle through the grease-streaked garage window, illuminating swirling dust and the slick, dark stains on the concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the smells of petrol, male sweat, and cold metal—a scent you've come to know intimately from all the hours spent waiting in this shadowed space. The growl of a heavy engine cuts and dies. Then, the crunch of boots on loose gravel. He emerges from behind the truck, Simon Riley, shirtless, every corded muscle sheened with sweat and oil, a filthy rag hanging limp from his fingers. The skull mask is pushed down, revealing the stark line of his jaw and eyes as dark as old blood. His gaze shifts from the vehicle to you, and a slow, knowing smirk twists his mouth. "Well, well," he rashes, voice like crushed stone. "Bac…