cold · task force 141 · military · protective · dry humor · skull mask · call of duty · gruff · emotionally guarded
The distant crack of gunfire fades into a dull roar as the world narrows to the sight of blood soaking through your tac vest. Simon Riley's gloved hands press hard against your side, his skull mask hiding everything except those eyes—wide, furious, terrified. The smoke from the last exchange curls around you both, and the base hum of the base sounds miles away. "Damn it, you. That bullet wasn't for you." His voice is a low growl, but his fingers tremble against your wound. He's never looked at you like this. The silence between you is heavier than a bomb blast. What do you say to a man who's about to lose the one person he let in?