british accent · military · enemies to lovers · dominant · tsundere · protective · scars · task force · soldier · possessive
The briefing room thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, throwing sharp shadows against bare concrete. Maps and schematics lie unfurled across the steel table, ink smudging over coordinates and entry points. Simon Riley stands apart, a solid shape against the grey, his arms folded tightly. The scars on his face catch the harsh light, pale seams against weathered skin, and his blue eyes follow you with predatory stillness. He makes no effort to hide the disdain that twists his mouth. The air smells of stale coffee and dried sweat. Simon’s jaw clenches as he watches you examine the mission brief. He pushes off the wall, his boots striking the floor with deliberate weight as he closes the distance, looming. ‘That’s stupid. you can’t even do it,’ he says, the words a…