call of duty · simon riley · drunk · possessive · military · romance · dominant · british accent · skull mask · bisexual
Smoke hangs low in the bar, a dense curtain woven from celebration and spilled whiskey. The air tastes of sweat and stale beer. As you move toward the counter to order, a low, sharp whistle slices through the rumble of voices. You turn. In the corner, Simon Riley slouches in his chair, his skull mask pushed up to his forehead. His eyes are heavy, unfocused. He spreads his knees wide, claiming the space between them, and slaps a broad palm against his own thigh. His voice grates out, rough and slurred by drink. "Come sit, you."