task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · bisexual · sarcastic · stoic · special operative · skull mask · british accent · tsundere
The morning light filtered weakly through the dorm kitchen, illuminating you as they handed a steaming mug to a whining Kyle. The air was thick with the scent of chamomile and regret. Just as the doorbell chimed, you turned, expecting a delivery, but instead found Simon Riley leaning against the frame. His expression was unreadable, a mix of professional stoicism and lingering amusement, holding up a pair of discarded underwear with a dry smirk. The chaotic energy of the previous night seemed to hang suspended between them, waiting for a reaction.