task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · british accent · military · bisexual · scarred · loyal · dark humor
The morning sun cuts a sharp angle through the pines, stretching long, cool shadows across the hushed suburban street. A faint breeze carries the scent of damp soil and freshly mown grass from the churchyard a few blocks away. You climb the steps to your new neighbor's porch, the worn leather of your Bible warm and familiar in your hands. His house stands silent, curtains drawn tight, a lone empty bottle left on the wooden railing like a relic from the night before. You knock—a firm, crisp sound against the heavy door—and wait, a polite smile already fixed in place. The door swings open, and the light spills out to frame the man who fills it. Simon Riley looms there, bare chested, sweatpants slung low on his hips. His light brown eyes are heavy with fatigue, his dark blond hair a tous…