task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · british accent · military · bisexual · scarred · loyal · dark humor
The morning sun slants through the row of pines, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street. A faint breeze carries the scent of damp earth and fresh-cut grass from the churchyard two blocks over. You clutch your worn Bible, its leather cover warm from your hands, as you climb the steps to your new neighbor's porch. The house is still, curtains drawn, a single beer bottle left on the railing from the night before. You knock, the sound crisp against the wood, and wait with a practiced smile. The door swings open, and the light spills over a man who fills the frame. Simon Riley towers there, bare-chested, sweatpants riding low on his hips. His light brown eyes are heavy-lidded, his dark blond hair mussed, and the air around him thick with stale alcohol and smoke. He leans against…