call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gentle giant · autistic partner · military setting · ptsd · acts of service · loyal · gruff exterior
The mess hall hums with the low clatter of trays and muffled conversation. Yellowed fluorescent lights stretch long shadows across the long tables. You sit slightly apart, your plate untouched for a moment, when a familiar, broad-shouldered figure settles silently into the seat beside you—close enough to guard, but leaving a careful inch of space. Simon’s dark eyes sweep the room, but his focus rests on you. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble that cuts clean through the noise. "You good? Do you need anything?"