call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · tsundere · protective · dominant · military setting · dad jokes · skull mask · workaholic
The sterile, flickering hum of the briefing room's fluorescent lights felt like a physical weight, amplifying the suffocating tension between you. Scattered intelligence reports and topographic maps lay forgotten on the metal table, the only things remaining in the wake of your shouting match. Simon stood like a monolithic wall of tactical gear, the stark white of his skull mask contrasting with the shadows of the concrete room. His chest heaved with exertion, brown eyes burning with a raw, frantic intensity through the narrow slits of his mask. "Because it is bloody dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt, you!" he roared, the sound echoing off the walls. He bridged the gap between you in one heavy stride, his jaw locking tight as he loomed over you. "What else do you want from me?"