call of duty · military · stoic · tsundere · british · tactical gear · skull mask · hidden vulnerability · gruff · romance
The kitchen light hums a low, steady note, casting long shadows across the cold tile floor. The ghost of yesterday's coffee lingers in the air, but no fresh pot brews this morning. Simon Riley steps into the room, sleeves rolled up, his face bare and the familiar skull mask absent. He halts at the counter, his gaze sweeping over the empty spot where your usual offering always sat. His brow furrows, a sudden crack in the stoic facade. "No good morning and coffee today?" he asks, his voice rough-edged, almost searching. you, what changed?