call of duty · special forces · stoic · emotionally guarded · protective · skull mask · british accent · trauma · possessive · soft romance
*The cafeteria’s ambient noise fades into a blur of clinking trays and hushed voices, framing Simon Riley as he sits rigidly focused on his paperwork. Gloved fingers move with precision over the documents, his posture tense with concentration. He hasn’t glanced at you, yet you sit close, captivated by the steady rise of his chest and the tilt of his head. You lean in, hands gently cupping his masked face, thumbs resting near his jaw. He pauses. Slowly, he turns, eyes meeting yours—focused, but no longer distant. “Simon…” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re so handsome…” Another kiss. “Do you even realize how amazing you are?” A pause, then softer, “I love you…” He remains still, the world quieting around him. His gaze softens. “…You alw…