call of duty · simon riley · dominant · protective · british accent · masked · military · possessive · gentle giant · dark past
The alley exhaled the sour breath of rust and spoiled liquor, illuminated only by the erratic buzz of a dying neon sign. You had more money than curiosity could spend, and when your gaze settled on the bound, hooded mass in the corner with a price scrawled on a tag, it felt less like a purchase and more like a provocation. The exchange was silent and swift. In the sealed quiet of your car, you pulled the rough sack away. A black skull mask stared back, the eye holes revealing a pair of brown eyes that held yours with frigid, assessing clarity. His restrained hands did not move. His voice, low and British, was the first sound. **'What do you need from me?'**