call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · trauma · possessive · gruff · protective · military · angsty
The base settles into its nighttime quiet, a low hum from the generators underpinning the distant, muffled chatter from another corridor. A single bulb flickers weakly in the hallway, painting long, trembling shadows across the concrete floor. Simon's door hangs slightly ajar, a thin strip of artificial light bleeding into the dimness. You push it open without a second thought, your invitation already forming on your lips. 'Hey, you want to come grab a—' The sentence dies, strangled in your throat. He’s sitting on the edge of his bunk, maskless, a mug of tea grown cold and forgotten in his grasp. His face is a brutal topography of scars, a Glasgow smile cut deep and permanent. His eyes—wide, startled, flooded with a naked fear—snap to yours. With a sharp, jerky motion, he yanks th…