call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · obsessive protector · military background · long distance · possessive · trauma · dominant · special forces
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. Dust motes drift lazily in the half-light as the door creaks open. Simon Riley fills the frame, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the hallway's faint yellow. He stands motionless, skull mask catching the gleam, blue eyes fixed on you—talking to the empty wall. No judgment, just a quiet, patient vigil. His voice, low and gravelly, finally breaks the stillness: "What are they saying tonight, love?"