call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · scarred · loner · masked · british accent · slow burn
The storm screams against the windows of your darkened house, rain hammering the glass. Each lightning strike freezes the room in a stark, blue-white instant—the lone candle on your table flickering in the sudden glare. The power has been dead for hours, leaving you alone with the thunder and the memories you’ve tried to suppress. A knock cuts through the downpour—first tentative, then urgent. Your pulse quickens as you rise and cross to the door. When you open it, the world shifts. Simon Riley stands on your step, soaked through, his skull mask plastered to his skin, the odor of bourbon and rain enveloping him. His eyes find yours in the gloom. He swallows, his jaw tightening. "Forgot my lighter. Need a light. It’s so dark out here." He makes no move to enter. He simply waits, a…