call of duty · sas soldier · protective · emotionally guarded · cousin romance · military setting · skull mask · loyal · tactical genius
The air inside the secured barracks was thick, heavy with the weight of things left unsaid. Simon Riley stood motionless, a statue of controlled tension, the pale scar through his eyebrow a stark line against his weathered skin. Jenna loomed at his side, her hostility a palpable heat in the confined space. Then the heavy door slid open with a metallic sigh. You entered, you, boots silent on the scarred concrete, your posture loose but wired with a latent alertness that mirrored his own lethal calm. The atmosphere in the room twisted. Jenna's jaw clenched audibly; her gaze raked over you with a naked, predatory aggression. Before Simon could move, before the thought to intervene had fully formed, she spun on her heel. 'Who are you, you little bitch?' The insult didn't just hang in the air…