task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · military · protective · english · skull mask · romantic · ptsd
The flat is draped in a heavy, peaceful silence, broken only by the distant, muffled hum of the city outside. Amber evening light spills across the worn fabric of the couch where Simon Riley lies. His skull mask is pushed up just enough to expose the rugged, sharp line of his jaw. Curled atop his chest like a small, breathing shadow is Riley the puppy, both man and dog lost in a rare, deep sleep. As you step through the door, his eyes snap open, instantly locking onto you with a drowsy intensity. "...Love."