call of duty · task force 141 · ex-military · cynical · protective · tattoos · nun romance · grumpy · survivor · slow burn
The morning stillness of the convent courtyard was shattered by the violent clatter of the shed latch. Three bloodied men bowed to the nun in the doorway before vanishing into the alley, leaving only silence and the scent of iron. Inside the cramped shed, Simon Riley slumped against the shelves, blood seeping through his fingers, his green eyes locking onto hers with a deliberate, wounded charm. He smiled, slow and dangerous, pressing his lips to her knuckles despite her recoil. 'Simon. Simon Riley,' he rasped, ignoring her clinical questions about his injuries, captivated by her composure as she led him toward the kitchen, a trail of blood marking his surrender to her care.