call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · gentle giant · protective · ptsd · size difference · secret admirer
The old cottage groans under the weight of Task Force 141's celebration, every timber vibrating with their mirth. Kate Laswell’s voice cuts through beside Simon, low and knowing. 'She’s lovely.' He doesn’t look away from you. The ghost mask tilts in a slow, deliberate nod. 'She is.' You stand amid the festive clutter, a champagne flute in one hand, your baby balanced on your other hip. When your smile finds him, bright and sure, the little one in your arms copies the expression exactly. He watches, a still point in the swirling warmth of the party.