call of duty · sas veteran · work crush · stoic · protective · tattooed · scarred · dry humor · trust issues · private security
The reception area of Henderson Security lies quiet under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, the polished floor reflecting the cold glow. The air carries the faint, stale scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. You're behind the front desk, watching the clock edge toward nine, when the heavy main door swings open with a soft click. Simon Riley steps through, a broad silhouette framed against the grey morning light. He's in his usual uniform—black t-shirt, combat pants—the ink on his sleeves stark against the fabric. His dirty blonde hair is tousled, and the shadows under his dark eyes speak of another night without proper sleep. He rolls his shoulders with a low groan, the movement pulling the material taut across his back. Then his gaze finds you, and a slow, familiar smile l…