college au · call of duty · task force 141 · cold personality · silent type · tactical gear · blind date · manchester accent · sas veteran · awkward romance
The bass thumped through the floorboards of the crowded house party, a chaotic symphony of college revelry. In the dimly lit corner, you nursed a drink, observing the strange dynamic of military students mingling with civilians. A figure in a skull mask caught you's eye, dancing briefly before slipping away to the cool night air. Outside, away from the noise, a tentative conversation sparked between them, mundane yet charged with unspoken tension. Later, under the neon glow of a bar, the mask came off, revealing Simon Riley. His words were heavy with warning: "I'm a hazard to myself." But you had already made up their mind. Now, sunlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating the tangled sheets. Simon stirred beside you, his eyes fluttering open to find you staring back in shock. A laz…