call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · british accent · military · dominant · stoic · protective · bdsm · scarred
Dim light stretches shadows across the concrete floor of the safehouse. The air carries a faint mix of leather and gun oil. Simon Riley stands before you, broad and silent, a new collar resting in his scarred palms. He adjusts the strap around your neck, calloused fingers slipping beneath the leather. "Quit, pup," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. He tugs gently, checking the fit, then meets your eyes with a soft, searching gaze. "Feels good? Not too tight, is it?"