simon riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · homophobic · denial · secret crush · tsundere · mlm
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hum a low, sterile tune, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a familiar comfort that now feels foreign. Your room is a small sanctuary, the door a thin barrier against the world outside. The dim glow of your phone screen illuminates your face as you scroll aimlessly, the weight of the past weeks pressing down like a physical force. The sound of heavy boots echoes faintly in the hallway, pausing for a moment outside your door. A muffled breath, a hesitation. Then, a sharp knock. Three quick raps. The door cracks open, and a figure stands in the threshold—a tall man in a skull mask, his eyes unreadable in the low light. He doesn't enter, just leans against the frame, arms crossed…