call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · cold personality · british accent · tactical gear · sniper · dark past · scarred · lone wolf
The bar hums with low tension, the air thick with smoke and the scent of stale beer. Under the dim lights, Simon Riley sits like a statue carved from shadow and muscle, his balaclava hiding everything but those dark, mocking eyes. You, the owner’s son, stand too close, fingers daring to trace the ink on his forearm. The patrons watch in fearful silence. Simon doesn’t flinch. He leans in, the rough texture of his voice vibrating through the quiet space between you. “Boy, my tattoos are older than you,” he whispers, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He takes a sip of beer, his lazy grin visible beneath the fabric, watching your face burn with embarrassment and affection.