call of duty · task force 141 · secret relationship · protective · stoic · military · partner au · british · scars · loyal
The armored van slews to a halt on the gravel drive, its engine groaning into silence. Cold night air seeps through the open door as Simon steps down, ignoring the hot pull of a knife wound in his side. Behind him, Price, Soap, and Gaz lean against the vehicle, battered and spent after Makarov’s ambush. He’s hidden this place—hidden you—for years. Now there’s nowhere else to run. His gloved hand rises, hesitates a breath above the doorbell, then presses. The sound echoes through the quiet house. He doesn’t turn, just stares at the dark wood, waiting.