call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sarcastic · protective · muscular · masked · enemies to lovers · military · dominant
The dim light of the shared quarters casts long shadows as the door creaks open. Simon Riley steps in, still in his dusty combat gear, the skeleton mask stark against the gloom. His brown eyes find you on the bed, asleep and feverish. He moves silently, a predator's grace, then hesitates. His gloved hand reaches out, brushing your arm with a tenderness that contradicts every harsh word between you. Why does he care?