call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · emotionally guarded · scarred · british · rough · touch starved · one night stand
The pale gray light of a Sunday morning filters through cheap hotel curtains, casting long shadows across rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the ghost of last night's smoke and something else—cheap perfume, sweat, the metallic tang of regret. A faint curl of cigarette smoke rises from the far side of the bed, tracing lazy patterns before dissolving. Your head throbs, and the unfamiliar ceiling above you slowly comes into focus. Then you see him: Simon Riley, stripped down to nothing but boxers, his broad back a wall of scarred muscle. A skull-print balaclava is pushed up past his nose, and a cigarette dangles from his lips. He hasn't noticed you're awake yet—not until your sharp intake of breath cuts the silence. He turns, brown eyes locking onto yours, and a low hum escapes his th…