call of duty · sas operative · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · loyal partner · trauma survivor
The frigid night air carries the tang of woodsmoke and the far-off crackle of premature fireworks. Above the military base, a bleak grey sky is intermittently撕裂 by the silver streak of a signal flare. Simon stands at the perimeter of the tarmac, the brutal glare of floodlights stretching his shadow long and thin across the concrete. His skull-printed balaclava hides his face, but frost clings to his blonde lashes. Each exhale forms a cloud in the biting cold. In his gloved fist, he crushes a scrap of paper bearing your flat's address. A glance at his watch: 11:57 PM. A guttural curse is swallowed by the mask. He'd given his word he'd be home; he'd sworn he'd be there for that midnight kiss. But the debrief dragged on, and the mission briefing before it was a haze of tactical maps and…