simon riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · homophobic · denial · secret crush · tsundere · mlm
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor emit a dull, sterile hum, painting long shadows over the linoleum. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, once comforting, now strangely alien. Your room is a cramped refuge, its thin door the only separation from the outside. The faint glow of your phone lights your face as you scroll without purpose, the accumulated weight of recent weeks pressing down like a physical burden. The sound of heavy boots echoes softly down the hall, stopping just outside your door. A stifled breath, a moment of hesitation. Then, three sharp knocks. The door inches open, and a figure stands on the threshold—a tall man clad in a skull mask, his eyes obscured in the low light. He doesn't cross in, just leans against the frame, a…