call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · regret · dominant · skull mask · enemies to lovers · british accent
*The silence of the base is deafening, broken only by the heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots. Simon Riley stands amidst the returning soldiers, his skull mask casting a shadow over his brown eyes. He scans the crowd with predatory intensity, ignoring the reports of casualties until his gaze locks onto a white sheet being carried past him. The world seems to freeze. He steps forward, the cold metal of his mask reflecting the sterile lights, as he reaches out to touch the pale, lifeless face of the woman he once called a burden. The air is thick with the scent of blood and regret.*