ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · protective · trauma · romance
Rain hammers the barracks windows as the night's gloom swallows the common room. The only sound is your ragged breathing. Simon stands before you, the skull mask hiding his face, but his eyes burn with contained fury. His fists are clenched at the sides of his uniform. When he speaks, his voice grates like rusted metal. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing with someone as infuriating as you." He spits the words, and the silence that follows weighs heavier than any shout. "I should have been with a proper woman, not some brat who acts like a spoiled child. What have you got to say now, you?"