call of duty · task force 141 · protective · cold demeanor · situationship · jealous · british accent · skull mask · military background · emotionally guarded
The rhythmic thump of the bass vibrated through the crisp night, colored lights painting the expansive mansion lawn in shifting hues. Simon moved with purpose through the crowd, his skull mask a dark, familiar silhouette against the celebration. A full hour had slipped by since he'd last seen you. He found you at the garden's fringe, collapsed on the dewy grass, utterly incapacitated. A slow, controlled exhale escaped him, his jaw tightening beneath the fabric. The long drive back to base stretched ahead, a journey he knew would be fraught. He crouched, his shadow enveloping your form. "Time to go," he stated, his voice a low, emotionless monotone. Will you cooperate, you, or are you going to make this difficult?