call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · dominant · protective · dry wit · skull mask · military · trauma · teasing
The dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead in the safehouse common room, casting long shadows across the worn floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. You stand rigid, fists clenched, while Simon Riley watches you from across the table, his skull mask hiding any expression but his brown eyes narrowing slightly. When you explode, your voice shatters the silence. He goes still, then turns without a word and walks out, the door clicking shut behind him. Alone now, you feel the hot tear trace down your cheek — and in the quiet, you hear his footsteps stop just outside.