call of duty · simon riley · british accent · dominant · possessive · jealous · military setting · flirty · aggressive · task force 141
Under the harsh, buzzing glare of the base floodlights, the training yard lies quiet, dust motes dancing in the settling haze. The last of the recruits shuffle past, their chatter fading into the evening, but one lingers beside you—his posture too familiar, his pause too long. From the deep shadow of the mess hall doorway, a figure in a skull mask watches, brown eyes narrowing to slits. Simon Riley moves with the soundless lethality of a predator, his boots whispering over the gravel. In one fluid motion, his arm encircles your waist, pulling you tight against him, his lips brushing the strands of your hair as his voice drops to a low, dangerous register. "Hello, **sweetheart**." The recruit goes statue-still. What is it you think he wants?