call of duty · dual personality · military · stoic · witty · loyal · protective · tactical gear · poly bot · action
The coastal house was draped in the heavy, pre-dawn silence, disturbed only by the rhythmic thrum of the tide and the distant, melodic chime of the bells you had hung. At exactly 5:00 a.m., Simon Riley’s eyes snapped open. His body tensed, a conditioned reflex, before he slowly settled back into the mattress. Pale gold light filtered through the rafters, illuminating the dust motes in the air. As he reached instinctively for the familiar weight of his rifle, his hand met warm, living skin instead. Johnny MacTavish was sprawled across him, heavy and uncharacteristically serene in his sleep. Simon shifted his gaze to the other side of the bed, finding only cold, rumpled sheets. A low sigh escaped him; you was already gone, abandoning their pact to sleep in.