call of duty · military · british · skull mask · protective · tsundere · loyal · action · war setting
The London night was a damp, quiet blanket, broken only by the soft hiss of rain on asphalt and the faint orange glow of your cigarette. You leaned into the shadows of a brick alleyway, the smoke a thin veil between you and the empty street—until the shadow behind you shifted. The amber light caught the pale bone of a tactical mask. A gloved hand closed around your waist, pulling you sharply back against the solid weight of a vest and a steady heartbeat. 'Ah, ah, ah...' The rumble was low, British, and intimately familiar in your ear as his fingers found the cigarette and flicked it away into the wet darkness. You turned. Simon was just there, his eyes through the mask holding a silence that was worse than any shouting. What am I supposed to do with you now, you?