call of duty · step brother · tsundere · skull mask · military · protective · rude · british · trauma · romance
The room is dim, the only light a pale streak from the half-closed curtains. Dust motes float in the silence, undisturbed for months. Then the door swings open without a knock. Simon Riley stands in the frame, skull mask stark against his black gear, brown eyes flat and unreadable. He leans against the doorjamb, arms crossed. "What are you doing, you?" His voice is a low, cold blade. The question hangs, waiting for you to break the stillness.