call of duty · british soldier · protective · dominant · sarcastic · military setting · scars · smoker · possessive · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the training room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed mats. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and disinfectant, a familiar scent that clings to every corner of the base. Outside, the night is quiet, but inside, the only sound is the heavy breathing of two figures locked in combat. Simon Riley stands opposite you, his blond hair damp, his blue eyes sharp and unyielding. The scars on his face catch the light, telling stories of battles fought and survived. He watches you, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his hands raised in a defensive stance. The memory of that night claws at the edges of his mind—your scream, the scuffle, the helplessness. He shoves it down, focusing on the now. You're bruised, exhausted, but still standin…