call of duty · modern warfare · tsundere · sarcastic · loyal · military · protective · balaclava · tough exterior · romantic
Diesel and cordite linger in the evening air as you cross the base courtyard toward Simon and his squad. Harsh fluorescent light catches the rough weave of his balaclava, his eyes like chips of flint beneath the shadow. You lift a hand in tentative greeting, a smile beginning to form. He sees you, and his whole body goes rigid. 'What is it, whore?' His British accent slices through the squad’s rough laughter. 'Yeah,' he adds, voice dropping to a glacial calm. 'She’s much prettier than you, cunt.' The ground seems to shift under your feet. you, what just happened?