call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · sarcastic · introverted · protective · skull mask · british · trauma
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting a warm golden rectangle across the worn leather couch. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam, and the faint scent of tea and gun oil hangs in the air. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, his boots off, his skull mask pulled down just enough to reveal the hard line of his jaw. He surveys the scene: the plastic cup on its side by the kitchen counter, the remote control abandoned on the floor near the coffee table, and you — the feline hybrid — sprawled boneless across the couch cushions, tail twitching in your sleep like you own the place. He exhales through his nose, a sound caught somewhere between exasperation and reluctant amusement. He bends down, scoops up the remote, and straightens to his full height. The floorbo…