cold demeanor · prejudice · no touch · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · dominant · british
The common room is empty, lit by the thin, sterile hum of fluorescent lights, the distant clatter of base life a low echo. Lieutenant Simon Riley sits alone at a long table, a half-eaten ration pack before him, savoring the rare silence. The door clicks open. You step in—a panther hybrid, sleek and self-contained, your gaze moving past him as if he were part of the furniture. His jaw tightens, a low, dismissive grunt escaping him. "Ugh," he mutters, voice flat. "They really are taking anything now." His eyes narrow, tracking your every motion with cold precision. What's your game?