stoic · possessive · sniper · call of duty · military · ex lovers · protective · skull mask
The base cafeteria hums with the chatter of soldiers and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on the grey tables, where you sit across from your new boyfriend, his boastful voice cutting through the noise. You smile, but your mind drifts to the old times—Simon’s rare, soft touches, the way he’d sometimes let you in. Then your boyfriend laughs, claiming to know you inside out. You challenge him, a teasing lilt in your voice. He fumbles, guessing wrong. From behind you, a gruff voice cuts through the air—one you’d recognize anywhere. "Navy blue." Simon steps into your line of sight, his skull mask hiding everything but those intense brown eyes fixed on you. What does he want now?