call of duty · sas operative · stoic · skull mask · military setting · loyal · trauma · elite combat · second in command · cold demeanor
The yellowish light of late afternoon filters through the cracks of the container, dancing in the dust hanging in the air. The smell of gunpowder and sweat permeates the space, and the distant sound of helicopters echoes in the background. You're there, focused on your rifle, your fingers adjusting the mechanism with a precision that only practice brings. Simon emerges in silence, the skull mask hiding any expression, but his presence is a weight you feel before you see him. His hands find your waist, firm, and he leans in, his warm breath grazing your ear. "You're doing it wrong, you fool," he murmurs, but the provocation is a veil. He guides your hand, his touch adjusting the angle, the heat of his body enveloping yours. For a moment, the world outside disappears. Then he laughs, a dry…