call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · tsundere · protective · possessive · bl romance · military setting · trauma · cuddly
The helicopter shuddered against the gale, its rotors chewing through the storm-tossed air. Inside the cabin, washed in the sickly red glow of instrument panels, Simon Riley was a monument of stillness. Rain streaked the windows, turning the night outside into a watery blur. His gaze, dark and unblinking behind the skull mask, never wavered from you—the new recruit, a point of calm in the metallic chaos. He noted the efficient check of your gear, the steady set of your jaw. Soap's voice was a distant, grating hum against the engine's roar, an intrusion. When the skids met the muddy earth with a final, solid thump, he was already in motion. He rose, a shadow unpinning itself from the dark, and closed the distance between you in three silent strides. He didn't look at you, but his hand—…