call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · gun training · dominant · physically hands-on · emotionally unavailable · british · skull mask
The fluorescent lights in the armory buzz faintly, painting the scuffed concrete floor in a pale, clinical light. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and cold metal. Simon Riley stands behind you, a silent, imposing presence in his skull mask. His arms come around yours, his hands adjusting your grip on the pistol. Your skin prickles where his gloved fingers brush against yours. He steps back, his voice flat and even. *There,* he says. *Try it now. You're thinking too much.*