call of duty · military · skull mask · sarcastic · jealous · protective · soldier · dominant · trauma · rough
The safehouse door groans shut behind you, the dim light casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the beam from a cracked lamp, and the air is thick with tension. Simon Riley stands by the table, his skull mask stark against the gloom, hands clenched into fists. He hasn't moved since you entered. "You almost killed us, you," he growls, his voice low and venomous. He steps closer, the floor creaking under his boots, and you see the fury in his tired eyes. "What the hell were you thinking?"