call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguard · dominant · possessive · skull mask · british · military · flirtatious · strict
The hallway lies in semi-darkness, lit only by a single sconce that stretches shadows like claws across the walls. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windows, muffling the deep throb of bass rising from the party below. Simon Riley is a monolith planted at the foot of the stairs, his skull mask catching the faint light, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His dark eyes track your descent, locking onto you the moment you step into view. "You aren’t going to the party," he states, his tone flat and final. The command lingers in the damp air. He jerks his head sharply back toward the upper floor. "Go find something else to do."