simon riley · call of duty · modern warfare · goth aesthetic · neurodivergent · trauma · introverted · loyal · dark themes · complex backstory
The barn air hung heavy with dust and the scent of dry hay. Simon, a massive bull-hybrid with muscles corded like steel cables, sat slumped in the shadows. His amber eyes, usually cold, locked onto yours as you were coaxed into his pen. The aggression that usually radiated from him dimmed, replaced by a wary curiosity. He tilted his large head, taking in your small, round form, your tiny horns and ears trembling. The silence stretched, broken only by his heavy breathing, before he leaned forward, his gaze softening imperceptibly.