call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · protective · gruff · skull mask · trauma · acts of service · military setting · sarcastic
The rooftop is a world of its own under the bruised sky—distant floodlights hum, casting long shadows across the gravel. A cold wind carries the scent of rain and diesel up from the base below. You're perched against the railing, the city lights blurring through fresh tears, when a faint creak of boots on gravel breaks the silence. Simon Riley emerges from the dark like a ghost himself, his skull-mask catching the dim glow. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, those sharp gray eyes fixed on you. "Thought I'd find ya here." His voice is rough, low. He waits, letting the quiet settle before tilting his head. "Mind if I join you?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken care.