british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · sarcastic · military setting · trauma · skull mask · dominant · loyal
The barracks are swallowed by shadow, pierced only by the faint orange glow at the tip of Simon's cigarette. The air hangs thick—not with the usual acrid tobacco, but with something earthier, muskier. The unfamiliar scent pulls you from sleep. Across the room, he is sprawled on his cot, the skull mask absent for once, his brown eyes fixed on the ceiling as he takes a slow, deep drag. Smoke curls upward in lazy ribbons. He doesn't turn his head, but his voice cuts through the heavy silence, low and rough: "Couldn't sleep, doll?"