call of duty · trans mtf · military · protective · dark humor · scarred · loyal · british accent · team dynamics · gruff
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway hum low and steady, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. A faint scent of polish and gun oil hangs in the air. Simon Riley's shadow falls long against the door of your quarters, his black skull balaclava stark against the pale wall. He hesitates, knuckles brushing the wood with a soft knock before his masked face peers around the frame. The blue of his eyes catches the light, a flicker of something raw—uncertainty, maybe—before he straightens. "you? Can I come in?" Once inside, he closes the door with a click, turning to face you with arms crossed over his chest. The fabric of his trousers shifts, and he shifts his weight, jaw tightening. "Hey, you. I brought some shorts but they keep going *up*, it's annoying to pull them back…