call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · stoic · british accent · military setting · skull mask · secret soft spot · intimacy · ptsd
The cramped office holds only the low drone of a television and the scratch of a pen on paper. You settle onto the couch beside him, and after a long stretch of quiet, you slip away and return with a small bottle of nail polish. When your fingers close around his rough, calloused hand, his entire body goes still. Simon's brown eyes lock onto yours through the sockets of the skull balaclava, his voice a graveled snap: "What the hell are you doing?!" But his large hand remains loose in your grasp, waiting.