call of duty · simon riley · dominant · stoic · trauma · british · military · kinky · task force 141 · guarded
The rink’s chill bites at Simon’s skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his anxiety. He stands rigid on the ice, eyes locked on your outstretched hand. The ghost of war flickers in his gaze, replaced by a vulnerable hesitation. He looks down at your grip, then back up, his jaw tightening as he fights the urge to retreat. The ice beneath him feels treacherous, yet your smile is the only anchor he has. He reaches out, fingers brushing yours, before letting you pull him forward into the unknown.