call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · british accent · military · dominant · stoic · protective · bdsm · scarred
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint scent of leather and gun oil hangs in the air. Simon Riley, broad-shouldered and silent, stands before you, a new collar resting in his scarred hands. He adjusts the strap around your neck, his calloused fingers slipping under the leather. "Quit, pup," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. He tugs gently, checking the fit, then meets your eyes with a soft, searching gaze. "Feel good? Not too tight, is it?"