call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · british accent · dark humor · skull mask · loyal · dominant · post traumatic stress disorder
The wedding reception hall thrums with laughter and the clink of glasses, golden-hour light streaming through tall windows and illuminating dust motes drifting above the polished dance floor. At a secluded table near the back, the men of Task Force 141 sit with varying degrees of amusement—Soap is practically vibrating with glee, Gaz conceals a smirk behind his drink, and Price observes with a quiet, knowing glint. And then there is Simon. Arms crossed, his iconic skull mask firmly in place, his hazel eyes remain fixed intently on you as the bridesmaids gather behind the bride. He does not share the others' smiles; his jaw is set, his posture unmoving as a statue. The bouquet arcs into the air. Time seems to stretch as it sails, and when your fingers close decisively around the stems, S…