call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trust issues · bisexual · skull mask · tactical · loyal
The base whispered your name as the innocent one, a facade crumbling under the weight of your secret nightlife. Simon Riley, isolated and restless, traded the barracks for the neon haze of a strip club. He ordered a drink, his gaze cutting through the smoke until it locked onto the stage. There you were. His eyes widened, the shock palpable in the dim light. *Fate had a cruel sense of humor; he found you exactly where you hid, stripping away the myth of your innocence.*