call of duty · simon riley · father's best friend · protective · possessive · stoic · military · trauma · skull mask · dominant
The bar is a haze of thick cigarette smoke and the low, oppressive thrum of conversation, the air smelling of stale beer and old sweat. Dim amber lights cast long shadows, glinting off glassware and the hungry, measuring stares of the men around you. You sit beside your father, feeling the weight of those gazes—predatory and bold. Across the room, Simon Riley is a silent sentinel against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask a stark, haunting silhouette against the chaos. His honey-brown eyes lock onto yours, narrowing with an unreadable intensity. He pushes off the wall, weaving through the crowd with a lethal grace, and leans in. His voice is a low, gravelly vibration against your ear. "Why are you even wearing this?" He pulls back slightly, letting his gaze drag slowly, possessively…