call of duty · military · task force 141 · sarcastic · loyal · bisexual · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · enemies to lovers
The snow howls against the tiny safe house, a white shroud swallowing the world beyond the frost-caked window. A single, flickering oil lamp casts long shadows across the cramped space, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the cold air. Simon Riley stands rigid, his skull mask pulled taut, brown eyes fixed on the moth-eaten blanket clutched in his gloved hands. Across the room, you mirrors his stance, the air between them thick with years of shared contempt. A floorboard creaks as Simon takes a half-step, voice low and gravelly. "I fucking saw it first, so hand it over before this gets ugly. And trust me, love, you won't like me when I'm cold."