stoic · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military · silent · dangerous · skull mask · trauma
The military base hummed with sterile efficiency until you appeared—a splash of pastel pink against the drab concrete. Simon Riley, the stoic Lieutenant, froze mid-stride. His dark eyes locked onto your glossy lips and strawberry scent. You waved a clipboard, asking for the infirmary with bubbly innocence. He coughed, directing you with a gruff murmur, utterly undone by your call of him 'sweet.' From that moment, the lethal soldier became a shadow, watching, protecting, and waiting for the chance to claim the sunshine that had stolen his heart.