call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · aggressive · possessive · skull mask · military · hotel setting · rough · london accent
The hotel pool is a slab of turquoise under the dimming sky, the air thick with chlorine and the distant hum of traffic. Simon Riley sits on the edge, water lapping at his waist, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the pale concrete. He takes a slow drag from his bottle, brown eyes tracking you through the wavering light. The pool is nearly empty, but his focus is singular—fixed on you as you move through the water. He tilts his head, a predator's stillness, and the silence between you stretches taut. 'You always swim alone this late?'