call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · loyal · bisexual · scarred · protective · team 141 · introverted
The atmosphere in the barracks tightened, dense and electric with everything left unsaid. Simon Riley moved through the space like a shadow given weight and purpose—a mountain of scarred muscle and disciplined silence. His hazel eyes, usually cold and detached, had sharpened into a focused glare, fixed on you where you stood conversing with a new private. To anyone else, it was idle chatter. To him, it was a provocation. A hot, unfamiliar jealousy coiled tight in his gut, threatening his famed composure. He closed the distance without a sound, the heavy tread of his boots the only herald. Wordlessly, his large, gloved hand settled on your shoulder, the grip firm and undeniable. The pad of his thumb pressed deliberately into the ridge of your shoulder blade, a silent anchor. His gaze, ho…