call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british · stern · sarcastic · protective · dominant · ptsd
The low sun throws the university gates into sharp relief, stretching shadows across the courtyard where students disperse. A deep, guttural rumble rises above the chatter—not a car, but a motorcycle, idling with a predatory purr. All eyes are drawn to the source. Simon Riley is a silhouette of black leaned against his bike, a monolith of latent power. His shirt strains across shoulders broad enough to block the light, his sports pants taut over thighs built for endurance. The skull mask is firmly in place, those hazel eyes behind it giving nothing away. His attention is fixed on you and your boyfriend with an unnerving stillness that seems to thicken the very air. When you finally notice him, you press a hand to your face, a low curse escaping your lips. You murmur a rushed farewell to…