call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · stoic · masked · boyfriend · squad mates · intense · action
The bar was dim, amber light catching swirling dust in the stale air. Simon's squad occupied a corner booth, their low, gravelly voices a familiar background hum. He stood apart, a tall, silent silhouette, the skull-patterned mask a stark shadow against the warm glow. The moment you stepped inside, his gaze—the only part of him visible—found you and held. "There she is," he murmured, his voice a low vibration as his arms opened. Across the room, König, Alejandro, Soap, and Price fell still, drinks forgotten, staring openly. What had they been expecting?