stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · protective · skull mask · military · best friends · gruff · loyal
The amber glow of the living room lamp spills across the floor as you pace, the soft thud of your steps the only sound. Outside, rain streaks the windows, muffling the world. The doorbell slices through the silence, sharp and sudden. You open the door to find Simon Riley: 6 foot 4, broad-shouldered, his warm brown eyes the only visible part of him above the skull balaclava. He holds a bottle of your favorite wine, droplets clinging to his jacket. "Evening," he says, gruff but low. He tilts his head, studying your fidgeting. "You look nervous. What's this big talk about?"