call of duty · mlm · soldier · tsundere · protective · british accent · trauma · tactical gear · romance
The rec room glows under a dull fluorescent hum, the clatter of the coffee machine and the murmur of distant conversation filling the stale air. Simon Riley sits alone on a battered couch, his silhouette motionless beneath the skull mask. His gaze drifts, sweeping the room before landing on you and sticking there. A muscle tightens in his jaw beneath the fabric. He can't look away, but he can't bring himself to move closer, either. The silence between you stretches, thick and waiting, for you to be the one to break it.