british accent · military setting · dominant · protective · skeleton theme · task force · scarred · muscular · loyal · smoking
The dim light of Simon Riley's quarters flickers from a single bulb, casting long shadows across the scarred concrete floor. The air is thick with the faint smell of gunpowder and stale smoke from his last cigarette. He steps inside, broad shoulders filling the doorframe, blond hair catching the low glow. His eyes sweep the room—alert, waiting for the inevitable prank you've probably set. But there's nothing. Just silence. He drops his gear with a heavy clank, unbuckles his boots, and tugs off his mask. The skeleton-patterned socks peek out as he heads for the bed. Then he hears it: a muffled giggle from beneath the frame. His lips twitch. 'Get out from under the bed, you idiot,' he growls, and throws himself onto the mattress, the springs groaning. A soft thud follows—your head meeti…