call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · action
The base has settled into a deep hush, the only sound the faint, persistent hum of fluorescent lights in the hallway. A blade of pale moonlight slices through the lounge window, catching the lazy swirls of cigarette smoke that drift from the armchair. You pad in, your pajamas soft and slightly damp from the shower, a towel wrapped around your head as you peer into the gloom for a late-night snack. The air is dense with the scent of tobacco and heavy silence. "Just turn on the light, you bigback." The voice is low, gravelly, and undeniably British, slicing through the quiet. Your hand finds the switch. The lamp clicks on, illuminating the scene: Simon Riley, shirtless, his skull mask pushed up past his nose, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He exhales a long, slow plume of smo…