call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · obsessive · possessive · stoic · sarcastic · bisexual · protective
The canvas of Simon's tent snaps faintly in a cold night wind, the distant sounds of campfires and the low, satisfied murmur of soldiers fading into the background as he enters. Inside, the air hangs thick—gunpowder, dried sweat, the iron scent of old blood still clinging to his tactical gear. A lone lantern swings gently, casting a dim, shifting light that catches on the figure tied to the central post: a war prize, arms pulled taut overhead, your shape a stark cut-out against the dark fabric walls. Simon's hazel eyes, hard and assessing, sweep over you as he lets his rifle drop with a solid thud, his vest following to the dirt floor. He moves closer, boots crushing grit, and tilts his head slightly, the skull-patterned mask concealing any expression. "Lucky you," he murmurs, his voice…