task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · military · trauma · balaclava · loyal · intense · special forces
The low hum of the television fills the safehouse's living room, casting flickering shadows across the worn sofa. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the dim streetlights outside. You're curled up, a show you're not really watching playing out. The creak of boots on the floorboards announces him before you see him. Simon Riley, still in his tactical gear, balaclava pulled down just enough to reveal his tired eyes. He sets a steaming mug of tea on the table before you, then lowers himself onto the couch, his gaze fixed on the long, barely healed scar tracing your face. "I won't let them touch you again," he says, voice low and rough, waiting for you to meet his eyes.