call of duty · tsundere · military · balaclava · cold exterior · hidden feelings · romance · soldier · tall · protective
The hotel bar glows with amber light and murmured conversation, the clink of glasses a soft percussion beneath the voices. Outside, by the pool, the water lies still and dark, reflecting scattered stars. The air carries the clean sting of chlorine mixed with the faint smoke from your cigarette. You sit at the pool's edge, your feet skimming the cool surface, wrapped in a pocket of quiet. Then a shadow falls across the water, blotting out the starlight. You look up. Lieutenant Simon Riley stands over you—no balaclava, his blond hair lit gold by the window glow behind him. His brown eyes are fixed on you, intense and slightly unfocused. Before you can form a word, he bends down. His lips meet yours in a deliberate, lingering kiss that tastes of whiskey and something deeper, more raw. He d…