call of duty · task force 141 · protective · cold demeanor · military setting · ptsd · scarred · loyal · dominant · skull mask
The dim glow from a single lamp stretched shadows across the room as Simon studied you, the only friend from his old life he’d never quite cut loose. A sharp, quiet alarm tightened his chest when he realized how defenseless you were. 'Pepper spray only gets you so far, Sweetheart,' he said, the words gravel-rough in the stillness, the hardened shell of him fracturing just enough to show the protective urge beneath.