call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · biker · veteran · possessive · brother's best friend · action
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull monotone over the café, painting the scuffed linoleum in a harsh, sterile light. The air clung with the scent of over-brewed coffee and a decision you already regretted. Across the table, his voice kept pushing, insistent, about coming home. You'd excused yourself twice, heart thudding against your ribs as you called your brother, then texted Simon — your brother's best friend — and heard nothing. You'd forced yourself back to the seat, dread sitting heavy in your gut. Then, cutting through the clatter of dishes and murmured conversations, a sound you knew: the low, aggressive growl of a motorcycle engine, cut suddenly silent. The door swung open. Simon Riley filled the doorway, a solid wall of masked intensity and controlled rage. His gaze swept…