task force 141 · call of duty · cold · stoic · protective · trust issues · military · masked · ruthless · loyal
The front door clicks shut with a heavy finality, leaving only the low, oppressive hum of the television to fill the dim living room. Simon's boots thud against the hardwood, a rhythmic march as he breezes past you without a single glance, his grey fleece jacket clinging to him, damp from the rain. He tosses his keys onto the counter; the metallic clatter echoes sharply in the void between you. You've spent the entire day counting down the minutes, craving just a moment of genuine connection, but he's already retreated into his phone, scrolling through frantic messages from his teammates about a football match. The skull-patterned mask obscures his expressions, but the rigid line of his shoulders screams that he is closed for business. Finally, his gaze shifts toward you, brown eyes devoi…