call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · touch starved · tsundere · military setting · protective · british accent · trauma survivor · romantic
The faint glow of moonlight slips through the poorly-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom. Silence is broken only by the ticking clock and Simon's measured, held-back breaths as he lies curled away from you under the blankets. His words still hang in the air, sharp as a knife's edge. "And I wanted to spend some time with you, but you had to ruin it with your foolish jealousy." The tension is palpable, a weight crushing any attempt at closeness. Now you see only his back, the black skull mask still in place, his body rigid. What will you do, you? Will you let the night end like this, or will you break the silence he has built around himself?