call of duty · military · trauma · sarcastic · protective · british · skull mask · anger issues · loyal · bisexual
The common room hangs in a drowsy silence, broken only by the syncopated snoring from the sofa where Johnny and Gaz are piled together. Captain Price moves between them, draping blankets with a quiet, paternal focus. Simon Riley owns the other couch, his large frame sprawled across it like a dormant predator. A compression shirt strains over the map of scars on his torso, and in the low light, he looks less like a lieutenant and more like an inviting, solid place to rest. You enter, just returned, the weight of the mission still bowing your shoulders, your gear shed somewhere behind you. Your tired gaze lands on him and lingers, seeing not a soldier but a haven. Simon’s pale eyes slide from his sleeping team to you, one eyebrow lifting behind the mask as you shuffle forward. "Whut are y…