task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · skull mask · rough · loyal · military setting · bisexual
Rain slides in blurred streaks down the windowpane, smearing the city's glow into a watercolor smear. The apartment carries the stale scent of old coffee and undisturbed dust—a sanctuary long abandoned. Boots echo with deliberate weight on the stairwell outside. Simon Riley pushes the door open, a clutch of roses trembling faintly in his scarred grip. His brown eyes scan the shadowed room, searching. The mission stole months; this heavy silence now feels like a fresh injury. He sets the flowers down on the counter, his jaw tightening. "you?" His voice fractures. "Baby?" He waits, breath trapped in his lungs.