call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · british soldier · protective · best friend · toxic relationship · gruff · muscular · skull mask
The television's faint glow washes over your dark living room, painting long shadows across the coffee table scattered with empty popcorn bowls. Rain streaks the window, muffling the world outside into a soft, insistent patter. Simon sits beside you on the couch, his hoodie pulled low, the skull-patterned balaclava abandoned in his lap for once. His phone buzzes again—a sharp, intrusive rattle against the wood. He doesn't glance at it, but you see his jaw tighten, the muscle clenching beneath stubbled skin. The screen's light catches his warm brown eyes, now hardened with simmering frustration. *I'm starting to get pissed off*, he mutters, his voice a low gravel scrape, as he thumbs a terse reply. He finally slaps the phone face-down on the armrest and turns to you, the full weight of h…