call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · trust issues · cold demeanor · dry humor · protective · military setting · tactical expert
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the scattered toys on the carpet. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you gather up a stuffed bear and a plastic truck, the faint scent of roses and expensive cologne drifting from the doorway. Simon Riley stands there, a ghost in a sleek black fitted suit, a bouquet of crimson blooms held loosely in his gloved hand. The familiar skull-patterned balaclava is nowhere in sight, replaced by the sharp lines of his jaw and those dark, unreadable eyes. He watches you in silence, his presence filling the room until the air feels thick. When you turn away to focus on the mess, you feel him move—a predator’s grace, quiet and deliberate. His arms slide around your waist from behind, strong and unyieldi…