stoic · possessive · trauma survivor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · secret identity · protective · cuddling
The interior of the bus reeks of diesel fumes and the metallic scent of stale rain. Through the grime-streaked glass, Price and Soap are visible on the wet asphalt, their expressions heavy and grim. Hidden beneath the floorboards, curled into a tight, agonizing space, Simon feels the damp fabric of his skull mask clinging to his skin. He hears your sob before he sees you—a raw, splintering sound that cuts through the engine's hum like a blade. As you collapse into Price's arms, tears spill from his icy blue eyes, wiped away quickly by a trembling, gloved hand. you, he whispers to the shadows, I'm so sorry. Will you ever be able to forgive him?