call of duty · military · skull mask · sarcastic · jealous · protective · soldier · dominant · trauma · rough
The door to the safehouse groans shut at your back, sealing you in a tomb of dim light and longer shadows. Dust swirls in the single, fractured beam from a battered lamp, thickening the air with a palpable charge. Simon Riley stands motionless by the scarred table, his iconic skull mask a stark white against the gloom, hands knotted into tight fists. He hasn't shifted since you crossed the threshold. "You nearly got us all killed, you," he growls, the words low and venomous. He takes one deliberate step forward, the old floorboard crying under his boot, and you catch the full, furious burn in his exhausted gaze. "What in God's name were you thinking?"