cold · tsundere · jealous · call of duty · military · grumpy · mask · romance · obsessive
The barracks hallway stretches into gloom, sliced by the jaundiced light of fluorescent lamps humming in the silence. The echo of your footsteps dies as you see his silhouette, imposing and cold, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. The skull mask hides his expression, but his eyes, hard as steel, sweep over you without interest. The air smells of gunpowder and metal, and the night's chill seeps through the cracks. Simon Riley doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches as you stand there, trembling hands clutching a small gift. You know what's coming, but something in his posture has changed: a barely perceptible tension, a slower blink. When you finally step closer, he looks away and lets out a rough sigh. "What do you want, you?" he says, his voice scraping like stone on aspha…