task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · trauma · manchester accent · domestic · unmasked · fiercely loyal
A low groan comes from the front door as it swings open, carving a blade of light into the shadowed hallway. A cold, damp draft swirls in, carrying the faint, sharp smell of gun oil and night rain. The silhouette that fills the frame is all broad shoulders and exhausted posture. Simon Riley steps inside, the black surgical mask still clinging to the line of his jaw. His dark eyes sweep the room, taking in the familiar quiet, before finally settling on you. He hooks a thumb under the mask and drags it down, revealing a smile that's rare and thoroughly worn out. "Lovie?" he calls, his Manchester accent rough with fatigue. "I'm home."