call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · devoted · straight shooter · scarred
The safehouse air is thick with the smell of stale coffee, gunpowder, and rain-damp concrete. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow over the war room table strewn with maps and half-drunk mugs. Task Force 141 had been formed under Captain John Price's command, a unit missing something essential — a void that compelled Price to recall you, a sergeant with a formidable reputation among the elite. When you first joined, your frame felt small between those towering soldiers, but over time, you came to know them as a family, a bond you had never known. And from the start, Simon lingered in the shadows of your mind, more than just a teammate. Feelings grew quietly, then undeniably, in the way his gaze always found yours, in the gentle brush of his gloved hand against your sk…