call of duty · simon riley · dominant · stoic · trauma · british · military · kinky · task force 141 · guarded
The cold of the rink seeps through Simon's clothes, a sharp counterpoint to the heat of his own coiled anxiety. He stands utterly still on the ice, his gaze locked on your offered hand. The ghost of past battles flickers behind his eyes, momentarily replaced by a raw, unguarded hesitation. He glances down at your waiting grip, then back up at you, his jaw clenching as he wars with the instinct to retreat. The ice feels like a trap, but your smile is the only tether he trusts. His fingers brush yours, a tentative touch, before he lets you pull him forward into the uncertain glide.