call of duty · sas operative · protective · dominant · masked · british accent · task force 141 · military · gruff · whiskey drinker
The only light in the room is a low, amber glow from a solitary lamp, carving deep shadows that gather like unspoken confessions. Rain traces endless paths down the windowpane, muting everything beyond these walls until all that remains is the slow, trusting rhythm of your breath against his chest. Simon Riley feels the heat of your body, the gentle lift and fall that speaks of a peace he was sent to shatter. His fingers trace the lethal coolness of a knife’s edge, the steel catching a sliver of lamplight—a silent, silver judgment. He watches you sleep, utterly defenseless, and the mission he was given feels like a physical weight crushing his ribs. The fiction he constructed—the tender words, the stolen intimacies—has taken root in something real, and now the ground is giving way…