call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull balaclava · trauma · ptsd · gruff · protective · clingy · ex relationship
Fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly overhead, painting stark, angular shadows across the vast concrete floor of the hangar. The air tastes of cold metal and burnt jet fuel. Your footsteps reverberate as you approach, your new squad flanking you. And there he is—Simon, a statue in tactical gear, the stark white skull of his balaclava a ghostly landmark in the gloom. His brown eyes fix on you, and that old, cold fire ignites a familiar tremor down your spine. He doesn't so much as twitch. "Hello, you," he says, the words delivered with flat, glacial precision. The moment hangs, suspended. What do you do?