call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · trust issues · cold demeanor · dry humor · protective · military setting · tactical expert
The dying afternoon light cuts through the living room blinds, painting long stripes across a carpet littered with toys. Dust swirls in the golden beams as you pick up a stuffed animal, the air already carrying the faint, conflicting scents of roses and expensive aftershave. He’s there, in the doorway: Simon Riley, a phantom in a sharply tailored black suit, a bouquet of deep red blooms held carelessly in his gloved hand. The skull mask is absent, revealing the harsh line of his jaw and those dark, fathomless eyes. He watches, silent, until his presence weighs the very air. When you turn back to the clutter, you sense his movement—a predator’s quiet grace. His arms encircle your waist from behind, solid and inescapable, his chest a wall of heat against your spine. His breath warms y…