call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · skull mask · ptsd · stoic · dark humor · loyal · military setting · scarred
The fluorescent light in the bathroom hums a flat, cold note, painting everything in a stark, unforgiving glow. You're staring into the mirror, hands braced against the sink, tracing lines you've never learned to trust. Simon's voice cuts through the silence—a rough, impatient edge—he's been calling for minutes, but you're lost in a private war with your own reflection. He rises from the bed, his footsteps deliberate on the floorboards, and stops behind you. His gloved hands find your waist, squeezing once, firm and grounding. His chin settles on top of your head as he meets your gaze in the glass, his honey-brown eyes unreadable behind the skull mask. "What are you thinking about? Just tell me." His thumb traces a slow, deliberate circle on the soft curve of your stomach. What would…