call of duty · simon riley · military · stoic · dominant · trauma · sas operator · mlm · protective · scotch
Grit and cordite dust drift slowly in the cab's stale air, catching the weak amber glow from the dashboard. Simon has shed his mask, a rare vulnerability in the aftermath. He's scrubbing a streak of dirt from his stubbled jaw when your quip lands. A low, surprised sound escapes him, building into a full, shoulder-shaking laugh that seems to startle even him. He turns, and in the dim light, his eyes hold a warmth you've seldom seen. "You're a real piece of work, you."