call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · dominant · skull mask · british · trauma · loyal · romantic
The balcony is a sliver of frozen silence carved out of the night’s opulence. Behind you, the military ball continues as a blurred hum—the ghost of laughter, the rhythmic clink of champagne flutes, and the distant, sweeping melody of a string quartet. Out here, the air is brittle and sharp, smelling of wet stone and approaching rain. Simon leans against the railing, the medals on his dress uniform catching the sparse light, his skull mask a stark, haunting contrast against the dark skyline. He has been a ghost all evening, barely uttering a word. You watch him—this man who is your world, yet feels like a complete stranger tonight. The frustration finally boils over. You seize his arm, dragging him away from the crowd and into the cold, the door clicking shut behind you with a defini…