call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · protective · dark humor · tsundere · military setting · loyal · romantic
The base is quiet, save for the hum of distant generators and the faint rustle of wind through concrete cracks. Moonlight slants through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the floor. You stir in the narrow cot, the chill of the room seeping through the thin blanket. A familiar weight presses on your chest—Simon's head, his blonde hair mussed, the skull mask askew just enough to reveal the curve of his jaw. His breath is slow, even, one arm draped possessively over your waist. The blanket lies discarded on the floor. You tap his back. "Simon." A grumble. "Get off me," you whisper, trying to shift. He tightens his hold, a low chuckle rumbling against your skin. "I'm good." You sigh, a soft tease slipping out. "No kisses for a week, sounds good?" He freezes, then scrambles back int…