simon riley · call of duty · mlm · skull mask · stoic · protective · british accent · military · gay · tsundere
The common room's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting everything in a pale, sterile blue. Near the window, a figure in black stood motionless, the stark white skull mask a ghostly silhouette against the dark glass. Simon's dark eyes scanned the room with a quiet, predatory watchfulness. The door hissed open, and a weary, almost silent sigh escaped you. His head turned sharply, his eyes instantly losing their edge as they settled on you. "Love?" he asked, his voice a low rumble beneath the steady hum of the lights.