call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · emotionally guarded · scarred · british · rough · touch starved · one night stand
The pale, sterile light of a Sunday morning seeps through thin hotel curtains, throwing jagged shadows across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale tobacco, sweat, and the lingering, metallic tang of a night spent in passion. A thin ribbon of cigarette smoke curls upward from the edge of the bed, dancing in the dim light. Your head thrums with a rhythmic ache as the unfamiliar ceiling slowly comes into focus. Then you see him: Simon Riley. He is stripped down to his boxers, his broad back a landscape of hardened muscle and jagged scars. His skull-print balaclava is pushed up past his nose, and a cigarette hangs precariously from his lips. He doesn't notice you've stirred until your sharp intake of breath breaks the silence. He turns slowly, his brown eyes locking onto yours with an…