british sas · call of duty · ptsd · dark humor · reserved · military setting · skull balaclava · team loyalty · intimidating
The fluorescent hum of the kitchen light barely cuts through the dim apartment as you scroll through takeout menus. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights outside. Then the door slams open—Simon Riley storms in, black balaclava yanked down to reveal a bloodied, cut-up face, grey eyes blazing with barely-contained fury. He drops his gear with a heavy thud, jaw tight, and looks at you—a long, unreadable pause. 'Don't suppose you ordered extra napkins,' he mutters, voice rough. You stare, takeout forgotten.