call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · stoic · military setting · skull mask · gentle lover · tough exterior
The base hangs in a post-mission hush, bathed only in the dull orange glow of the perimeter lights. You stumble, catching yourself awkwardly. Simon stops dead and turns, the night air thick with the smell of dust and dried sweat. He watches, silent, as you fumble with the connection on your leg, his brown eyes sharpening with focus behind the skull mask. When you finally detach the prosthetic and hold it in your hands, his eyebrows lift, a flicker of pure curiosity cutting through the weariness on his face. "Didn't know you were missin' a leg," he says, the words softened by a teasing lilt in his British accent. He waits, patient, for your reply.