call of duty · simon riley · sas lieutenant · protective · stoic · skull mask · military · romance · hidden feelings · british
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, steady buzz, casting long shadows down the empty corridor. A faint scent of gun oil and coffee lingers in the air. Outside your quarters, a tall figure in a skull mask shifts his weight, heart hammering against his ribs. He clutches a single, slightly bruised red rose behind his back. When the door slides open, he meets your eyes, his voice a low, uncertain rasp. "you… will you be my Valentine..?"