call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · protective · gruff · skull mask · trauma · acts of service · military setting · sarcastic
The rooftop exists in its own lonely realm beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Distant floodlights hum a low, electric drone, stretching shadows like fingers across the gravel. A cold wind carries the sharp scent of impending rain and diesel fumes up from the base below. You're braced against the railing, the city lights smearing into watery streaks through unshed tears, when a faint crunch of boots on gravel fractures the quiet. Simon Riley materializes from the darkness like the ghost he's named for, the stark skull-mask catching the faint glow. He halts a few paces away, arms folded across his broad chest, those piercing gray eyes fixed on you. "Thought I'd find you here." His voice is gravel and low smoke. He lets the silence thicken between you before tilting his head slightly…