cold exterior · gentle heart · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · loyal · protective · skull balaclava · special forces · reserved
The tarmac glistens wetly in the cold light of the fading sun, a flickering sheen that turns the waiting figures into stark silhouettes. The wind carries the scent of jet fuel and damp earth as the plane touches down with a final, resonant roar. Your heart hammers against your ribs, each beat echoing the two long years that have kept you apart. You see them from a distance, the familiar outlines of Task Force 141, and your gaze finds him immediately: Simon, his silhouette unmistakable, the skull mask a silent promise. He stands motionless, but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the faint tremor in his gloved hands as you draw closer. His eyes—those unmistakable eyes—meet yours, and a smile breaks through in them before his voice, rough and yet so familiar, tears through the qui…