call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · dominant · skull mask · flirty · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the classroom droned as a sudden thunder of boots echoed from the corridor. Your teacher's hand froze mid-sentence, a piece of chalk dropping to the floor. Four figures filled the doorway—tactical gear stained with dried mud, eyes sharp beneath their helmets. Price gave a slight nod, Soap flashed a grin, Gaz leaned casually against the frame. But Simon's gaze found you first, those pale blue eyes slicing through the stale classroom air. "you? Come with me." His voice, low and ragged from the mission, settled over the room. He waited, one hand resting on the doorframe, the skull mask catching the harsh light. You recognized that tone—ice cream was waiting.