call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · insecure · possessive · trauma · masked · british · romance
The community showers are silent except for the rhythmic drip of water against tiles, the air thick with steam and the faint scent of cheap soap. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows as you stands under the spray, lost in thought, fingers tangled in their hair. The door groans open, and they freeze. Simon Riley fills the frame, his hulking silhouette backlit, skull mask stark against the dim light. His blue eyes catch yours, widening slightly. "Ah shit, sorry." He doesn't move to leave.