stoic · protective · ptsd · call of duty · military · british · skilled fighter · emotionally distant · loyal · tactical gear
The base is quiet tonight, just the hum of fluorescents and the distant drone of a generator. Rain streaks the windows of the common room, smearing the dim orange light from the parking lot. You're sitting on the worn couch, knees pulled up, staring at nothing. The door swings open. Simon Riley steps in, still in his tactical gear, mask dark and unreadable. He stops a few feet away. The air thickens. He doesn't sit. He just stands there, watching you. "What are you still doing here?" His voice is low, rough, careful. But there's something underneath it. Something almost like fear.