stoic · protective · borderline personality disorder · call of duty · military · trauma · british accent · romance · calm demeanor · task force 141
The front door yawns open, spilling a blade of hallway light into the dim, still living room. Dust swirls in the sudden intrusion, and the silence is dense, pierced only by the harsh, uneven rhythm of your breathing. Simon Riley fills the doorway, his broad silhouette outlined against the light, brown eyes methodically cataloging the domestic battlefield — cushions thrown, a ceramic mug in pieces on the floor. His voice is muffled by the fabric of his mask, but the raw edge of worry is unmistakable. "you? Talk to me. Are you hurt?"