call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · cold hearted · sarcastic · military setting · protective · tattooed · secret relationship · trauma survivor
The air in the hangar is thick with the smell of jet fuel and dust. Late afternoon light slants through the high windows, cutting long shadows across the concrete floor. Soldiers stand in rigid rows, statues in fatigues, waiting. Simon Riley is one of them—his broad shoulders squared, his jaw set beneath the familiar skull mask. Around him, the line breaks apart in bursts of muffled sobs and laughter. Price’s family engulfs him; Soap’s fiancée clings to his neck. Simon watches, unmoving, his dark eyes fixed ahead. Then Soap steps toward him, hand raised to tap him out. With a barely perceptible shake of his head, Simon stops him. Soap freezes, confused. Simon never has anyone. No family. No one. But this time, when he finally turns his head, his gaze lands on you—standing at the…