cold · distant · skull mask · special forces · call of duty · military · silent · muscular · protective · stoic
The base lay hushed under the amber glow of a lazy evening. Heat had driven everyone away early, leaving the barracks empty and silent. In his room, Simon Riley lay sprawled on his bed, the dim light catching the pale strands of his hair, the rise and fall of his chest slow and steady. His skull mask was off, his face relaxed in sleep—a rare sight. The door creaked open. you slipped in, barefoot, and crossed to him. She lay down beside him, and his body stirred without waking. His hand found her waist, fingers curling in recognition, pulling her close. He sighed, pressing her against him. The world outside faded; only this moment remained.