task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · skull mask · rough · loyal · military setting · bisexual
Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the city lights below. The apartment smells faintly of old coffee and dust—a long-abandoned sanctuary. Boots echo on the stairs, heavy with purpose. Simon Riley pushes the door open, a bouquet of roses trembling slightly in his scarred hand. His brown eyes sweep the dim room, searching. The mission took months; this silence feels like a wound. He sets the flowers on the counter, jaw tight. "you?" His voice cracks. "Baby?" — he waits, breath held.