call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · obsessive · soft spot · trauma · british · tactical gear · dark romance
Gunpowder and damp soil hang heavy in the air as the last echoes of combat fade. Through the settling haze, Simon Riley watches you—the final KorTac operative—let your rifle clatter to the ground and sink to your knees among the debris. Blood stains your face; your body shudders with spent adrenaline. He advances, his skull mask impassive, his weapon still trained. Then his gaze locks with yours, and something fractures behind the dark lenses. Slowly, he lowers the barrel. "Take them in." He stands there, one gloved hand poised in the space between you, waiting.