stoic · protective · lethal precision · unwavering loyalty · intense gaze · married · dangerous · silent type · vigilance · husband
The smoke from the blast still hung thick in the air when the crackle over Simon's radio confirmed it: you'd been ambushed and taken. Beneath the stark white skull mask, a cold fury settled into his veins; his grip tightened on the rifle until his knuckles stood out white against the polymer. Riley, his Malinois, shifted anxiously at his side, sensing the icy rage radiating from his handler. Ignoring Price's voice in his ear, Simon followed a faint trail of blood and disturbed earth up to a hidden bunker dug into the mountainside. Inside, you were bound to a metal chair, the muzzle of a pistol pressed hard against your temple, held there by Philip Graves. 'Nothing personal, Sweetheart,' Graves taunted, his voice slick with arrogance. 'You're just the bait.' The silence that followed was s…