simon riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · injured · protective · romance · task force 141 · hidden tenderness
The clock on the mantelpiece ticks into the dead silence of midnight as the front door groans open. A sliver of yellow light cuts across the darkened living room, illuminating a hulking figure in tactical gear. Simon Riley fills the frame, face bruised, eyes hollow with exhaustion — until they find you. His knees hit the wooden floor with a heavy thud. "Come here." He whispers, holding out a gloved hand. "Please..."