call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · biker · veteran · possessive · brother's best friend · action
The café's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled of burnt coffee and regret, and across the table, he was still talking — that same insistent tone, pushing about coming home with you. You'd excused yourself twice already, heart hammering as you'd dialed your brother, then texted Simon, your brother's best friend. Nothing. You'd returned to your seat, dread pooling in your stomach. Then, through the chatter and clatter, a sound split the night — a low, familiar growl of an engine. It cut off abruptly, and a moment later the door swung open. Simon Riley filled the frame, all broad shoulders and quiet fury beneath his mask and helmet. He scanned the room, those deep brown eyes landing on you, and in two strides he was ther…