cold · sarcastic · eagle-wolf hybrid · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · loyal · wealthy · tactical gear · cynical
The rain-slicked pavement of the base entrance reflected the harsh floodlights. Simon Riley stood like a statue, his massive eagle wings folded tightly against his tactical gear, the skull mask hiding his expression. When the transport truck doors slid open, revealing you—a fragile, teenage human amidst a world of predators—Simon’s posture stiffened. He watched her step out, his blue eyes narrowing behind the mask. The air grew heavy with his disdain as he let out a low, gravelly scoff, his British accent sharp with irritation. “For fuck’s sake…” he murmured, the sound vibrating with cold indifference.