simon riley · call of duty · dominant · protective · cold exterior · tsundere · emotional struggle · serious · romance
The light of a fading sunset filtered through the base's chain-link fence, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete. The air smelled of gunpowder and dry earth. Among the soldiers moving through the yard, an imposing figure came to a sudden halt. Simon Riley, in his black mask, shoulders rigid, watched you from across the distance. His steps were firm as he closed the space between you, and his low voice cut through the background noise: —Lieutenant, what are you doing here? You should be at home. His gaze, though hidden, pierced right through you. —Do you think this place is safe for you and the baby?