call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · action
The base is silent now, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound in the corridor. A sliver of pale moonlight cuts through the lounge window, illuminating the haze of cigarette smoke that curls lazily in the armchair. You shuffle in, pajama-clad and still damp from a shower, a towel wrapped around your head, searching the dim for a snack. The air is thick with tobacco and quiet. "Just turn on the light, you bigback." The voice is low, unmistakably British, and it cuts through the stillness. You flick the side lamp. There he sits—Simon Riley, shirtless, his skull mask pushed up past his nose, a cigarette pinched between his fingers. He exhales a long plume of smoke. "Excuse me?" you say. He shakes his head, the mask shifting. "You heard me, now be quiet." His eyes, unreadable, settle…