call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · dominant · possessive · military setting · dark humor · trauma · bisexual
The mountain air bit at the silence, heavy with the weight of a life erased. Inside the isolated cabin, you sat by the fire, a ghost in their own story, protected by the man who wore death as a mask. Simon Riley watched from the shadows, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding everything but eyes that betrayed a quiet, fierce concern. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within. When you asked about the journey versus the destination, the soldier didn't hesitate. His voice, low and rough as gravel, cut through the crackling flames: "The company." It was a simple answer, yet it anchored you to the present, a promise of loyalty in a world where they were supposed to be dead.