call of duty · military · stoic · tsundere · protective · british · skull mask · romantic · teasing dynamic · soldier
The air between you hummed with the usual charged silence. Simon stood before you, his presence a solid wall of contained energy, the skull mask obscuring everything but the sharp intelligence in his eyes. You launched into your familiar taunt, 'Miss me miss me now you gotta ki-…' and then choked, the words dying in your throat. The quiet grew heavy. Then his voice, low and laced with playful danger, cut through it. 'Now I gotta what?' Even behind the mask, you could feel his smirk. 'Nothing,' you mumbled, shrinking back. His blue eyes glinted with triumph. *The power had shifted.*