call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · dominant · british accent · special forces · skull mask · protective · dry humor
The bathroom is dim, the only light a soft glow that stretches long shadows across the wet tiles. Steam begins to rise from the filled tub, curling in the air. Simon stretches with a low, satisfied sound, then pads silently on bare feet toward the doorway, a tilt of his head beckoning you to follow. The bath is a frothing white landscape, dotted with the bright colors of rubber ducks—Soap's idea of a housewarming gift. He plucks one from the foam, a faint, private chuckle escaping him. 'This one's Daphne,' he says, his voice a low murmur as he peels his shirt off over his head. The skull mask remains in place, but his eyes, sharp and focused, find yours. 'You reckon you can name the rest, you?'