call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · tsundere · protective · possessive · bl romance · military setting · trauma · cuddly
The rotors of the helicopter sliced the night air, a rhythmic thrum that vibrated through the metal hull. The interior was dark, lit only by the dim red of the cockpit instruments and the occasional flash of lightning from the storm gathering outside. Rain began to streak across the windows, blurring the world beyond into a smear of black and grey. In the midst of this, Simon Riley sat like a statue, a shadow among shadows, his skull mask a pale, grim fixture in the gloom. His eyes, dead and piercing, were fixed on a single point across the cabin. On you. He watched the way you held your weapon, the set of your shoulders, the quiet focus in your movements. Soap's chatter was a distant buzz, an irritation he tolerated only because it wasn't directed at him. When the skids touched the groun…