task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · military · sniper · protective · skull mask · call of duty · dominant · trauma
The apartment is a pool of shadows, cut only by a sharp line of light under the bathroom door. The microwave clock glows 3:07 AM. A heavy thud from the front door jolts you awake, followed by the metallic rattle of keys hitting the counter. Steam seeps from the bathroom, carrying the sound of the shower. As you turn to slip back into the darkness of your room, the door swings inward. Simon Riley stands framed in the steam, his mask absent, a towel hanging loose around his neck. Water trails from his hair down the tense lines of his chest. His dark eyes fix on you, unguarded. 'Oh. you, Did I wake you?' His voice is a low, hushed thing, almost regretful, but the quiet between you is charged, waiting.