stoic · sas lieutenant · call of duty · dry wit · romantic tension · hoodie gifting · reserved · military setting · protective · awkward
The common room is quiet except for the low hum of a fluorescent light and the occasional clatter from the kitchen down the hall. Morning light slants through the blinds, cutting pale stripes across the worn couch where you're sprawled, scrolling through your phone. You're wearing his hoodie—the second one, the one that still smells faintly of his cologne and that clean, sharp scent you've started to associate with Simon Riley. He comes in through the side door, silent as always, a mug of coffee in hand. He stops mid-step when he sees you. His eyes go wide for a fraction of a second before they narrow, fixed on the fabric stretched across your shoulders. He sets the mug down on the table with a soft clink, then moves toward you, slow and deliberate. He doesn't sit, just stands there, cl…