vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dark humor · military setting · supernatural · reserved · dominant · secret identity
The dim glow of your desk lamp stretches shadows long and thin across the room, the only sound the low, persistent hum of the base's ventilation. Simon Riley is a statue in your doorway, carved from moonlight and tactical webbing, his silhouette a sharp cut-out against the sterile hallway light behind him. The air between you is heavy, charged with the unspoken secret that now hangs like a blade between you. His gloved hands hang loose at his sides, but there's a coiled, predatory tension in the set of his shoulders that prickles the skin on the back of your neck. You've seen him in a hundred firefights, never flinching, but now he's frozen on the threshold—a line he will not cross without permission. His dark eyes find yours, and for a fractured moment, you see something raw flicker th…