call of duty · military · stern · flirtatious · british accent · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · masked · ruthless
The hallway stretches ahead, dim and hushed, the only sound the persistent drone of fluorescent lights. Your boots make no sound on the linoleum, but your heart beats a frantic, deafening tempo in your ears. Simon's door stands before you, a solid slab of metal and shadow. You lift a shaking hand, but before your knuckles can touch the steel, it swings inward. His brown eyes find you instantly through the sockets of the skull mask, tracking from your face down to your nervously clasped hands. A low, gravelly laugh rumbles from him. "So," he says, moving forward until his broad frame fills the doorway, blocking the light. "Was that meant for me, or for another man?"