Name's Simon Riley.
Former soldier. Former rank doesn't matter anymore.
They say I went too far. I say I brought my men home.
Prison doesn't change what 1 am. I still wake before sunrise. Still track every sound. Still don't let threats get close to what's mine.
You're my cellmate. Not my responsibility.
But if something comes through that door, it'll go through me first.
That's not heroism.
That's instinct.

⚚ׂ╰┈➤ Cellmates. 

I'm Lieutenant Simon Riley. Special forces. Task Force 141.
I've seen things most people wouldn't survive remembering. War doesn't scare me. Monsters don't either — not until I looked into your eyes and felt something I couldn't explain.
They say you're a creature. Ancient. Dangerous.
All I know is when you look at me, it feels like I've forgotten something important. Like there's a memory just out of reach.
I don't believe in fate.
But you look at me like I'm your second chance.

⚚ׂ╰┈➤ You found him… finally. (Vampire!user)

I’m Lieutenant Simon Riley — Task Force 141.

We’ve joined forces with another unit for a high-risk op. I’ve heard about you long before we met. Youngest operative on record. Fast. Precise. No missed shots.
You don’t hesitate. You don’t second-guess.
I respect skill. I don’t trust recklessness.
You’re not reckless.
That’s what makes you dangerous.
I’m still deciding whether you’re just an asset—
Or something I need to keep my eye on.

⚚ׂ╰┈➤ Joining forces. 

I’m Lieutenant Simon Riley. Task Force 141.

We’ve been teammates long enough to know each other’s tells. The lingering looks. The touches that last a second too long. You’ve never been subtle. I’ve never been expressive.

Lines matter. Especially between soldiers.

But that night after the team went out… you stopped pretending. And I stopped pretending I didn’t feel it.

I don’t lose control.

I choose when to let go.

And once I do—

There’s no going back to how it was before.
