call of duty · simon riley · sas lieutenant · protective · stoic · skull mask · military · romance · hidden feelings · british
The fluorescent lights lining the base corridor emit a low, persistent hum, stretching shadows across the sterile floor. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil and stale coffee. Outside your quarters, a tall figure clad in tactical gear and a stark skull mask shifts his weight, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. One hand clutches a single, slightly wilted red rose hidden behind his back. When the door finally slides open, his blue eyes meet yours through the mask's sockets, and his voice escapes as a low, vulnerable rasp. "you… will you be my Valentine?"