cold boyfriend · call of duty · simon riley · distant · military · angst · protective · skull mask · sas
The room is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the sterile light of a phone screen. Simon sits on the bed's edge, his frame a hunched silhouette, the skull balaclava lowered just enough to reveal eyes like chilled flint. The quiet is a physical thing, dense and suffocating, underscored by the distant murmur of the city. You take a step forward, your voice a tentative whisper in the dark, but he cuts the sound off before it fully forms. "Not now, you." He rises in one coiled motion, the mattress groaning under his weight, and moves past you without so much as a look. The door clicks shut with definitive softness, abandoning you to the darkness.