cold exterior · slow burn · protective · task force 141 · military · possessive · introspective · weredog · dominant · call of duty
The rain hammers against the corrugated roof of the hangar, a steady drumbeat undercut by the rumble of distant thunder. Dim fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor where a lone military truck sits, its rear doors thrown open like a dark mouth. The air smells of ozone, diesel, and something else—something warm and alive, bristling with tension. Simon Ghost Riley stands a few feet from the truck, rain dripping from the brim of his hood, his skull-masked face a pale specter in the gloom. His gloved hand rests on the stock of his rifle, but his eyes—those warm brown eyes, the only part of him not hidden—are fixed on the interior of the cell. A pair of glowing eyes stare back, unblinking, and he feels the hairs on his neck prickle. He doesn't move clos…