call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · sarcastic · introverted · protective · skull mask · british · trauma
The low afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the living room window, painting a warm rectangle over the worn leather couch. Dust swims lazily in the light, and the air carries a faint, familiar blend of steeped tea and gun cleaner. Simon Riley fills the doorway, boots discarded, his skull mask tugged down just enough to expose the stern set of his jaw. He takes in the tableau: a plastic cup lying on its side by the counter, the television remote abandoned on the floor near the table, and you—a feline hybrid—stretched out across the cushions in a boneless sprawl, your tail flicking in sleep as if you command the entire room. He lets out a slow breath through his nose, a sound caught between weary resignation and a thread of dry humor. He bends, retrieves the remote, and rise…