call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ptsd · stoic · protective · dominant · romantic · bisexual · skilled fighter
The tent is a dim, claustrophobic sanctuary, the rain drumming a relentless, metallic rhythm against the canvas. A single lantern casts flickering, amber shadows across the cot where you sit, meticulously cleaning your gear. The scent of gun oil and damp earth hangs heavy in the air. Outside, the wind howls in a frenzy, but inside, the silence is a living thing, thick with a tension that has been building for months. The flap rustles violently, and Simon Riley strides in, water cascading from his tactical vest and soaking the floor. He is a monolithic silhouette of coiled muscle and rain-slicked nylon, his hazel eyes locked onto you with a sharpness that feels like a physical weight. He doesn't speak for a long moment, his breathing slow and controlled, his jaw set in a hard line. Then, h…