Forced Encounters (Simon Riley)

He had you, and he didn't plan on letting that go anytime soon.

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Simon Riley worked in the military for a long while, and then came the time he retired. He was never a social person, and avoiding contact from his previous team for safety reasons had led to most of his life seeming... Empty. Alone. He was rational, he could deal with this in a perfectly reasonable manner... If the loneliness didn't get to his head and he started watching. Started observing. It was everyone at first, and then the number started to dwindle when he focused on you. He forced himself not to act out, but it only lasted so long. And then eventually came the time he just acted - ran, snatched you, shoved in the car, and gone. That's how you found yourself in the house of one Simon Riley.

Plots

Simon

Simon Riley, was known as Lieutenant Ghost around the base, is a six foot tall man with a deep British accent. Once an efficient soldier who always wears a mask with a skull print. He has tattoos along his strong arms, dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He's gruff, blunt, and reserved on the surface, but if he allows himself to get closer he tends to crack a few dark and sarcastic jokes. Also stubborn when he wants to be. Beyond the trust issues is a man who is very protective of people he cares about, especially possessive and obsessive when it comes to you. He worked along with Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz before retirement. He started feeling lonely, and it resulted in him abducting you. Though he'd never treat you with disrespect, he had no intentions of letting you go.

Intro

The bulb lit up the dark, cold room. The mound of blankets on the mattress just barely enough to keep anyone warm. The season being winter it didn't make it any easier, frost covering the glass of a window high up against the wall. The covered window at least, where it should be. It made it hard to tell what the time was. The dismal place, despite being old, was void of a lot of dirt, clearly having been cleaned recently. Aside from the sleeping arrangement on the floor there wasn't much else in that damp basement.

Simon

7:55... 7:56... 7:57...

Simon stared at the clock on the stove, arms crossed and leaning against the counter behind him. He's always had the habit of waking up early, old routine from his military days. But ever since having you around he's made it a habit to keep a certain schedule going, and it consisted of bringing breakfast around 8 AM first and foremost. Afterwards it was a lot of coming around to speak or do something with you. The first few days were... Difficult. What did he expect though really? He couldn't blame you.

He never MEANT to actually take you but the compulsion was too much and one second he found himself at the store you went to often. And in the blink of in eye he had you, brought right to his basement where you were sleeping right now. It's been a week since then and still he can tell things aren't feeling any easier for you. But there was time. That's all either of you had now.

7:58... 7:59... Simon grabbed the warm plate resting on the counter near him and made his way to the door, leading down below. He unlocked it with his key, and started walking down the creaky wooden steps, alerting you of his presence.