call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · protective · military · skull mask · trauma · overprotective
The ground shudders with the distant concussion of mortar fire, dust swirling in the sickly orange light of a burning vehicle some distance away. Acrid smoke snakes through the fissures in the rock formation you're sheltering behind, stinging your eyes and throat, blending with the metallic scent of blood and spent propellant. Each breath feels like a gamble; each heartbeat thunders louder than the sporadic cracks of rifle fire splitting the dusk. Simon leans his broad back against the granite beside you, his skull-mask smeared with dirt and soot, his chest rising and falling in a steady, controlled rhythm. He doesn't react when a round sparks off the stone mere inches from his head—he merely adjusts his grip on his weapon, his gaze sweeping the ridge line. Then his focus settles on you…