call of duty · military · sas · british accent · dark humor · protective · tsundere · skull mask · soldier · romance
The common room buzzed with the low murmur of conversation punctuated by occasional laughter. Harsh fluorescent light glinted off the worn furniture and the group of off-duty soldiers gathered around a box of pastries. The air carried the scents of sugar and stale coffee—a brief pocket of calm before the next mission. Simon Riley pushed through the doorway, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dim corridor. He paused, his dark, assessing gaze sweeping the space before settling on you. A faint smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth beneath the mask. He moved with deliberate, quiet steps, his boots thudding softly on the linoleum until he stood towering over your seat. Crossing his arms, he tilted his head, his voice thick with sarcastic concern. "Eating **again**, private? You ca…