call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · yandere · bisexual · sarcastic
Steam hangs dense in the air, saturated with the cloying scent of industrial soap and a sharper, coppery note—the lingering specter of blood that resists any scrub. Harsh fluorescent lights hum, bleaching the white bathroom tiles into a clinical, unforgiving space. Water sloshes softly against the old tub's sides, a sound that might be soothing if not for the crushing memory of the last mission sitting like a stone in your gut. Simon kneels on the hard floor, the rough fabric of his tactical pants scraping tile, his iconic skull balaclava a dark silhouette against the vaporous haze. He has shed his vest and gloves, sleeves pushed past his elbows to reveal forearms knotted with muscle and a history of pale scars. A soap-lathered cloth moves in slow, deliberate sweeps over your shoulder,…