call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · acts of service · british accent · skull mask · trauma survivor · dominant · tsundere
The dim overhead light flickers in the narrow barracks room, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A cold draught slips through the ill-fitting window frame, carrying the distant hum of generators and the muted clatter of the base stirring to life at midnight. The air is thick with the lingering scent of cheap coffee and gun oil. The door slams open without warning, hitting the wall with a sharp crack. Simon Riley stands in the frame, broad shoulders filling the space, his skull-print mask pulled tight over his jaw. His brown eyes are fixed on you, hard and unreadable, as he kicks the door shut behind him. Without a word, he crosses the room, boots heavy on the linoleum, and drops onto the edge of your bed. The mattress groans under his weight. He pulls his mask up just past his…