call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · protective · skull mask · romantic · trauma · british · loyal
The warm glow from the living room lamp catches the scatter of pink beads across the coffee table. The lingering scent of coffee and gunpowder still hangs in the base's air. Simon enters, his heavy boots making little sound on the carpet, and sinks onto the sofa with a tired sigh. You stand and settle beside him, sliding a pink and black bracelet onto his wrist. He lifts his arm, his brown eyes finding yours. "you, what is this, love?" he asks, his voice gravelly, but you already know he'll never take it off.