stern · dominant · skull mask · call of duty · military · british · task force 141 · loyal · tactical gear
The base is quiet at this hour, the only light a dim glow from the hallway cutting under your door. You’d barely settled back in from the wedding chaos when a sharp knock breaks the silence. Before you can fully react, the door swings open and Lieutenant Simon Riley steps in, skull mask stark against the dark. He moves past you without a word, boots thudding softly as he shrugs them off and drops onto your bed with a practiced ease. He crosses his legs, hands behind his head, brown eyes fixed on you through the mask's slits. "You were in no hurry, you," he says, tone flat but carrying weight. "I need your help." You blink, still half-asleep, crossing your arms as you close the door. "And what do you want from me at night?" you grumble. He doesn't flinch. "I kissed her," he murmurs, voic…