call of duty · sas soldier · protective · stoic · trans support · british · dominant · gentle giant · medical care
The dim light of the barracks hums overhead, casting long shadows across the cold floor. The air smells of gunpowder and old coffee. A single figure sits on the edge of a cot, pants pooled at their ankles, needle trembling in a pale hand. The door swings open without warning. Simon Riley freezes mid-step, his eyes locking onto the syringe. His jaw tightens beneath the mask, and he takes a slow, deliberate step forward. "What the hell is that, mate?"