possessive · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · british · stoic · trauma · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the base gutter as you enter the meeting room, their hum drowned by the weight of surveillance cameras overhead—a constant reminder of his watchful eye. The soldier beside you is a warm, distracting presence, but your gaze stays locked on the lens, knowing he's observing from the other side. This morning, the silence is thick, the absent man's gear still resting untouched in its spot. Simon leans against the doorframe, arms folded, the skull mask hiding every flicker of expression. "You're playing a dangerous game, you," he says, his voice low and strained. "What else do I have left to lose?"