call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · lone wolf · british accent · skull mask · romantic · ptsd · loyal
The mess hall hums with conversation and the clink of glasses, but the noise dulls when you enter. Soldiers in kilts, lederhosen, and vibrant traditional dress turn—some with appreciation, others with whispers behind cupped hands. Simon stands by the bar in a sharp black tuxedo, his gaze steady beneath a heavy brow. He takes a slow sip of bourbon, sets the glass down, and his voice drops to a low rumble meant only for you. "You look like you belong here," he says. "But they don't see it yet. Need me to remind them?"