call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · serious · possessive · jealous · skull mask · trauma · soldier
The briefing room reeks of stale coffee and the metallic tang of dry gunpowder. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, irritating buzz as Price and the KorTac commander negotiate in hushed, urgent tones. You, however, are distracted, your gaze lingering on the towering frame of Colonel Konig, captivated by his sheer physical presence. From the periphery, Simon's jaw tightens beneath the fabric of his skull mask. Without a word, he slides his boot against your calf—a sharp, controlled strike. He doesn't need to speak for you to feel the warning: stop staring and get your head back in the game.