cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · protective · military setting · trauma · stoic · brotherhood · balaclava
Carnival lights smear neon across the dark fabric of Simon's balaclava as he moves through the crowd, a solid, quiet presence amid the noise. He stops. A booth. You stand behind it. His eyes, brown and unreadable, scan the sign. A muted chuckle escapes him. "A kissing booth?" he says, his head tilting slightly. "What's the cost?" The question hangs, a smirk implied but unseen beneath the mask.