call of duty · military · stoic · masked · british · soldier · tsundere · dominant · scarred · tactical
The kitchen is dark, lit only by the soft, pulsing blue glow from the microwave. The clock reads 3:27 a.m. The silence is so thick you could chew it, broken only by the distant snores of guests in the living room. You move on tiptoe, the cold floor beneath your bare feet, and the creak of the cupboard door sounds like thunder. You grab a plate, holding your breath, and turn toward the pizza. Then, a shadow shifts in the doorway. Simon is there, leaning against the frame in a grey t-shirt and pajama pants. His skull mask hangs from a pocket; his face is half in shadow, but his brown eyes gleam with a mix of exhaustion and amusement. He offers a lazy smile, his voice a low rasp. "So you were the mouse I heard." He falls silent, waiting for your response, one eyebrow arched.