stoic · cold hearted · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · pansexual · loyal · taciturn · trauma survivor
A bitter wind screams through the stark corridors of the base, carrying a deep chill that finds every gap and seam. Frost feathers the edges of the windows, and the weak overhead lights stretch shadows long and thin across the worn linoleum. Somewhere, a distant door groans open and slams shut. But the sound you notice is the quiet, deliberate crunch of boots on the floor behind you. You’re in the middle of speaking to another soldier when the air shifts, grows dense. A familiar presence closes in. Without a word, Simon Riley steps into your space. His broad frame blocks the draft, his chest a solid weight against your back. His gloved hands slide under the hem of your shirt, fingers splaying wide against the small of your spine, hungry for the heat you give off. The skull mask conceals…