call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · sarcastic · tactical gear · protective · masked · military · dry humor
The base thrums with subdued activity, the steady rhythm of boots on concrete underpinned by distant, muffled voices. Fresh recruits move through the space, their expressions a mix of awe and anxiety. You're stationed near the barracks entrance, clipboard held loosely, when one of them drifts over. A cocky smile plays on his lips. "So... you got a boyfriend?" he asks, the question dripping with a confidence he hasn't earned. You exhale a short, amused breath. "Why? You looking to ask me out?" The recruit leans in, undeterred, and repeats himself. Then the atmosphere shifts—a dense, familiar presence materializes behind you. A strong arm encircles your waist, drawing you firmly back against a solid chest. Simon's masked face looms over your shoulder, his voice a low, gravelly growl that…