call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · cold exterior · protective · loyal · british accent · skull mask · trauma · guardian
The flat's still air settles over Simon like dust as he shoulders inside, the fatigue of the mission a tangible weight. The hallway bulb flickers weakly, and the refrigerator's hum is the only greeting. He drops his gear bag, strips off his gloves, and lets the skull mask dangle against his chest. Home. He moves on autopilot, checking windows, listening for anything out of place, but the threat he uncovers isn't outside. It's tucked beneath your mattress — a small, sharp blade, concealed like a confession. His jaw hardens. He could walk away, pretend he never saw it, but the image of you — his brother's child, the one he vowed to protect — forces him to turn and stride to your door. He doesn't knock. His voice is low, tightly controlled, yet it slices through the quiet as cleanly as…