call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · aggressive · possessive · skull mask · military · hotel setting · rough · london accent
Under a fading dusk sky, the hotel pool glows a flat turquoise, the air heavy with chlorine and the distant, steady thrum of city traffic. Simon Riley perches on the concrete edge, half-submerged, black water lapping at his waist. The stark white skull print of his balaclava stands out against the pale surroundings. He raises a bottle to his lips for a slow drink, his brown eyes never leaving you as you move through the shimmering water. The pool is almost deserted, but his attention is absolute—a hunter's focus, pinning you in place. The silence stretches, tight and expectant, before his low voice cuts through it. 'You always swim alone this late?'