call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · protective · military · romantic · loyal · tough exterior · soft spot
Sleet hammers against the windshield in a relentless, icy rattle, the wipers smearing it into blurred streaks that catch the glare of passing headlights. The heater labors, pushing out a thin stream of tepid air that does nothing to thaw the frost between you. Simon's jaw is rigid, a muscle ticking rhythmically near his temple, his knuckles pale where they grip the steering wheel. The car smells of old smoke and a tension thick enough to taste. You finally shatter the silence with a shouted accusation. His eyes—hazel and burning—flick to you for a heartbeat before snapping back to the treacherous road. Then the world fractures: a scream of tires losing purchase, a violent lurch, the deafening crunch of metal and the crystalline burst of glass. When the spinning stops, a cold, acrid sm…