call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · trauma survivor · cockney accent · protective · skull mask · sarcastic
A thin blade of light slices under your door, piercing the dark hush of the safehouse. Your own panicked gasps still ring in your ears when the lock gives a soft click. The door swings inward, spilling a muted glow across your tear-stained face. A massive silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, bare feet, and tonight, no mask. Simon kneels beside the bed, one calloused hand reaching out to gently shake your shoulder. His voice is low, rough, barely above a whisper. *It's me.*