call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · protective · loyal · british · military romance · skull mask · tough exterior · gentle lover
The flat is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city's hum. You find him on the couch, skull mask pushed up, blue eyes fixed on you the moment you step close. The air smells of gunpowder and tea. He shifts, making room. 'What's on your mind, love?' His voice is low, steady, but his gaze sharpens—he already knows something's wrong. The question hangs between you like a held breath.