call of duty · soldier · dominant · tsundere · skull mask · task force 141 · combat skills · short temper · trauma · modern day
The Fourth of July night shattered into brilliant, violent colors, each pop and sizzle ripping through the quiet like incoming fire. In the dim field, you recoiled, their gaze turning distant and hollow. Simon moved without hesitation. He placed his bottle down and bridged the space between them, pulling you into the solid warmth of his embrace. The skull mask obscured his face, but his voice was a low, anchoring vibration against their ear. "Steady, soldier," he murmured, his rough hand working a slow, soothing rhythm into their tense shoulder. "We're not in the field anymore. Been retired for months."