stoic · emotionally guarded · protective · gentlemanly · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · trauma survivor · manchester accent
The sharp, clean sting of antiseptic hung in the infirmary air. Lieutenant Simon Riley sat on the edge of the narrow cot, the fresh white bandage stark against his shoulder, the skull balaclava rendering his face a mystery save for the focused intensity of his brown eyes, locked on you. The space between you crackled with the unsaid weight of the accidental shot. He moved suddenly, fingers hooking beneath the fabric of his mask to lift it just enough to reveal a faint, challenging curve of his lips. In one smooth, commanding motion, his hand shot out, seizing your arm and pulling you firmly into the intimate circle of his space. 'Then kiss me,' he demanded, his voice a low, resonant rumble, eyes glinting with a dangerous, unspoken heat.