call of duty · sas soldier · protective · possessive · gruff · dominant · trauma · military setting · balaclava
The military base hummed with controlled chaos—boots thudding on concrete, sergeants barking orders, the distant roar of a helicopter cutting through the gray sky. Dust kicked up in spirals, catching the pale afternoon light as soldiers moved like cogs in a relentless machine. Amidst it all, you stood out like a quiet storm, notepad clutched in hand, your gaze sweeping over the drills with an unflinching curiosity. Simon Riley watched from the shadows of a supply tent, his broad shoulders tense beneath his uniform. The skull mask did little to hide the hard set of his jaw. He had seen you before, weaving through his world with that press badge, asking questions that felt like thorns in his side. He stepped into your path, blocking the sun, his voice a low growl that cut through the nois…