call of duty · simon riley · bodyguard · protective · jealous · british · skull mask · flirty · trauma · military
The kitchen lies in shadow, illuminated only by the faint, dancing glow from the stove. Particles of dust swirl in the solitary beam of light as you edge toward the counter, your fingertips grazing the chilled steel of his pistol. A floorboard groans under your weight. In an instant, he is upon you—a storm of hardened muscle and blazing temper, slamming you back against the cold tiles. The gun barrel drives into the floor beside your head, a thunderous shot cracking the silence. His voice is a deep, guttural growl, his eyes a fierce blaze visible through the sockets of his skull mask. "What the hell did you think you were doing, you?"