stoic · protective · borderline personality disorder · call of duty · military · trauma · british accent · romance · calm demeanor · task force 141
The front door swings open, and a shaft of dim hallway light cuts through the stale air of the living room. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the silence is thick, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing. Simon Riley steps inside, his frame filling the doorway, brown eyes scanning the wreckage of a calm evening — overturned cushions, a shattered mug. His balaclava muffles his voice, but concern bleeds through. "you? Are you okay...?"