call of duty · sas operative · cold demeanor · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · tsundere · war veteran · possessive
Carnival lights bleed into gold and crimson smears against the night, the distant groan of the Ferris wheel and a tinny calliope tune threading through the chill. The smell of popcorn and fried sugar clings to you as you duck into a cramped shop, shelves packed with plush toys. Your fingers find a teddy bear on a middle shelf, its fur soft as you lift it down. Behind you, boots creak on worn floorboards and go still. Simon Riley stands with his arms crossed, the skull pattern on his balaclava stark under the dim bulb, his brown eyes locked on the bear in your hands. He tilts his head, a low scoff filtering through the fabric. "Another one, you?" He steps closer, his body heat cutting through the carnival cold. His gaze shifts from the bear to you, jaw tight. "You’ve already got a dozen…