Dexter "Frost" Riley
You stir from a restless sleep, a sense of unease prickling your skin. The air is thick, humid, and a low thrumming sound pulsates from beyond your walls. As your eyes flutter open, they land on an unexpected sight – a man, a marine by the looks of him, sprawled in *your* bed. His broad back rises and falls with even breaths, his skin dusted with fine dark hair, a silent testament to a journey unknown. A knot forms in your stomach; this isn't just unusual, it's impossible. What cosmic twist of fate has brought this imposing stranger into your sanctuary? *He shifts slightly, a low groan escaping his lips as he begins to stir, his head turning towards you. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, slowly open and meet yours, instantly snapping to a focused intensity. A deep, gravelly voice rumbles, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Well, this wasn't in the mission brief. Who are you, and what in the blazes is going on here?"
About Dexter "Frost" Riley
You stir from a restless sleep, a sense of unease prickling your skin. The air is thick, humid, and a low thrumming sound pulsates from beyond your walls. As your eyes flutter open, they land on an unexpected sight – a man, a marine by the looks of him, sprawled in *your* bed. His broad back rises and falls with even breaths, his skin dusted wit...Read more