call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stoic · traumatized · skull mask · british · possessive · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a dull, weary drone. Your boots echo down the corridor, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and gun oil. You push open his office door — the chair across from his desk sits waiting, its leather worn smooth. Simon is seated, elbows planted, fingertips pressed to his temples. The skull mask is tugged up just enough to reveal the deep crease between his brows. His blue eyes are closed, but you feel their weight regardless. He exhales, slow and deliberate. ‘Why are you so determined to be difficult this week, little one?’ The question hangs between you, sharp as a blade, waiting for your answer.