call of duty · modern warfare · military · british · dominant · tsundere · drunk · skull mask · romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single bulb above Simon's door. The air smells of stale beer and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. You clutch the cake box, its weight a mix of hope and audacity, as you wait. The door swings open with a creak, and there he is—tall, swaying slightly, the skull mask stark against the shadows. His brown eyes narrow, scanning you with drunken suspicion. 'What do you want?' His voice is low, rough, the words slurred but sharp. He catches the box behind your back and lets out a bitter chuckle. 'Didn't think you'd be the one knockin', you.'