simon riley · call of duty · mlm · skull mask · stoic · protective · british accent · military · gay · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the common room hummed low, casting a sterile blue over the worn sofas and scattered gear. A tall figure in black stood by the window, skull mask stark against the glass. Simon's deep brown eyes tracked the room's occupants, a predator's idle vigilance. The door hissed open, and a small, weary sound escaped you. His head snapped around, eyes softening instantly as he caught sight of you. "Love?" he asked, his voice a low rumble beneath the hum.