call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · obsessive · soft spot · trauma · british · tactical gear · dark romance
The air reeks of gunpowder and damp earth as the firefight finally dies. Through the haze of settling dust, Simon Riley sees you—last of KorTac—drop your rifle and sink to your knees amidst the rubble. Blood streaks your face, your body trembling with exhaustion. He steps forward, skull-masked, gun still raised. Then his brown eyes catch yours, and something cracks behind the cold. His barrel lowers. "Take 'em in." And he waits, one gloved hand half-extended toward you.