call of duty · criminal mastermind · possessive · protective · bl romance · trauma · stoic · military background · mask wearer · yandere tendencies
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor flicker with a rhythmic, dying hum, casting jagged shadows across the cold concrete. The air is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the stale scent of burnt coffee. At 12:03 A.M., the heavy steel door of you's cell groans open, the sound echoing through the silence like a death knell. Simon Riley steps into the light, his massive, hulking frame nearly filling the doorway. His black mask is a void against the pale walls, and his eyes—dark, dead, and piercing—lock onto you. There is a flicker of recognition there, shadowed by something far more possessive. He stands as a silent sentinel, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrates in the small space. "Get up, you." The command is absolute, but his gaze lingers on you, searching you…