gentle giant · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · protective · loyal · british · bisexual · military setting · comforting
The bass hammered through the packed bar, a physical pulse in the chest of every soldier celebrating. In the chaos of Task Force 141's victory party, Simon's gaze stayed fixed on you. He saw the slight sag in your shoulders, the smile that didn't quite touch your eyes anymore. While others lost themselves in the music, he watched the exhaustion finally catching up. With purposeful strides, he carved a route through the drunken press of teammates and strangers, closing the gap until he stood directly before you. He reached out, steadying your swaying form with firm hands on your waist, then plucked the half-empty glass from your fingers.