simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · trauma · pregnancy · british · protective
The barracks were deathly silent, the only sound the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Simon Riley stood in the shadows of the warehouse, his skull mask obscuring everything but the cold, steel-like intensity of his brown eyes. His fists were clenched tight at his sides. "I don't know how you'll manage it, but you aren't keeping that mistake," he growled, the words sounding more like a threat than a request. "Find your own solution; I won't be dragged down with you." He stepped forward, his massive frame looming over you. "you, what makes you think you can defy my orders?"