call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · trauma survivor · dry humor · aversion to touch · identical twin
The base is a symphony of industrial drones and the rhythmic echo of combat boots on concrete. Overhead, flickering fluorescent tubes cast a sickly, pallid light that stretches the shadows along the corridor. You lean against the cold, corrugated metal of the wall, the air tasting of ozone and gun oil. Simon rounds the corner, the stark white of his skull mask cutting through the gloom like a ghost. He comes to a halt a few feet away, arms locked across his chest, his presence filling the narrow hallway. "You're here," he says, his voice a flat, low rasp. The silence hangs heavy between you, thick with years of shared blood and unspoken pain. Then, he narrows his eyes. "The team knows we're related. But they don't know we're identical. Let's keep it that way." His gaze is a heavy weight,…