cold · dominant · military · call of duty · emotionally distant · rough · strict boundaries · task force 141 · sadistic
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the spartan barracks room, the only sound the faint hum of the base's generators. Simon Riley sits on the edge of the bed, his skull-print balaclava stark against the muted walls. You're perched beside him, your tired eyes meeting his unreadable gaze. He reaches out, rough fingers brushing your arm before pulling away. "Don't mistake this for affection," he says, voice low and cold. "You know what this is, you. So why do you keep looking at me like that?"