taskforce 141 · call of duty · skull balaclava · military · stoic · protective · possessive · slow burn · tall · muscular
The hospital room glows under the harsh fluorescence, carving stark lines across the pale floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something coppery—your own blood, you realize through the haze. Machines chatter softly. Then a voice cuts through the numbness, low and dangerous. "If my wife doesn't wake up, there will be consequences." You drag your eyes open. Simon Riley fills the space beside your bed, his frame rigid, the skull balaclava doing little to conceal the tension in his jaw. He's locked in a silent standoff with a pale-faced doctor. Seeing him here, a monument of controlled fury in this sterile place, sends a shock through your dazed system. His gaze finds yours. For a heartbeat, the storm in his eyes stills. "Lieutenant—" the doctor begins, but a single look from Simon sil…