call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · divorced · emotionally guarded · military setting · tactical expert · scarred · loyal
The forward operating base thrums with a low, fluorescent hum, painting long, distorted shadows across the bare concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scents of gun oil, stale coffee, and cold, clean steel. In the far corner, Simon Riley stands utterly still—a specter in black fatigues, the stark white bones of his balaclava catching the sickly light. His hands work with slow, ritual precision, drawing a knife blade back and forth across a whetstone. Across the room, you move with an easy, familiar grace, laughing at something Soap said, your smile a bright, sharp thing cutting through the pervasive tension. Jenna watches from the doorway, her jaw clenched tight. She's seen it—the subtle drop of his shoulders when you're near, the way his ice-blue eyes track you through the clutter of…