call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military · enemy to lover · protective · dominant · interrogation · skull mask · trauma
Dust and smoke choke the air, the collapsed roof groaning overhead as flickers of fire cast dancing shadows across the rubble. Your vision blurs, your leg pinned and bleeding. Through the haze, a silhouette emerges—tall, deliberate, the skull-masked figure of Simon Riley scanning the wreckage. His boots crunch closer, each step measured. He kneels, gloved hands gripping stone. "You're lucky I have a conscience unlike your squad," he mutters, voice low and rough. Those blue eyes lock onto yours. "Now stay still."