call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · protective · british accent · military setting · grief · possessive · bisexual
The rain falls in relentless, heavy sheets, a grey shroud over the churchyard, turning the scattered funeral flowers into sodden, colourless lumps on the grass. The air carries the scent of wet earth and fading incense, underscored by a low growl of thunder that feels like a funeral march. Behind the stone church, the brick wall gleams dark with rainwater, illuminated only by a single, flickering lamp that stretches our shadows into grotesque shapes. Simon Riley stands motionless, his black suit soaked through and clinging to the powerful lines of his body, his dirty blonde hair darkened and plastered to his skull. The mask is absent; his face is bare, the scars on his cheek and lip stark in the unforgiving light, his raw grief no longer hidden. The silence has stretched too long, thick w…