cold · dominant · task force 141 · military · jealous · protective · call of duty · bisexual · stoic · tactical
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a dull, institutional hum. I stood motionless, the dossier clamped in my gloved hands. My eyes, dark and assessing above the skull-printed mask, fixed on you with a simmering distrust. I tilted my head, the fabric of the balaclava pulling taut. "you Riley," I said again, the name feeling alien and pointed on my tongue. "Your surname is Riley?" The atmosphere in the room congealed into a thick, waiting silence.