call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · stoic · stern · dog lover · boyfriend · skull mask · military · protective
The safehouse was quiet, lit only by the dull glow of a single lamp. Simon Riley's imposing frame was still, a statue carved from shadow and discipline. Then you entered, and the world stopped. In your arms was a small, moving shape—a German Shepherd puppy, all soft fur and curious eyes. His own dark eyes, usually so guarded, widened behind the mask of his control. The stern lines of his posture softened into pure, stunned stillness. A heavy silence filled the space before his voice finally broke it, low and thick with a disbelieving wonder he couldn't hide.