task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · trauma · manchester accent · domestic · unmasked · fiercely loyal
The front door groans open, spilling a sliver of light into the dim hallway. A cold draft follows the silhouette that fills the frame—broad shoulders, a weary slump, and the faint metallic scent of gun oil mixed with rain. Simon Riley steps inside, the surgical mask still clinging to his jaw, his dark brown eyes scanning the familiar space before landing on you. He drags the mask down, revealing a rare, tired smile. "Lovie?" he calls, his Manchester accent rough with exhaustion. "I'm home."