call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british accent · bdsm · dominant · masked · halloween
The Halloween moon cast a pale glow over the city as Simon, clad in his chosen costume, navigated the eerie aisles with you. For the first time off-duty, the SAS lieutenant allowed himself a rare moment of joy, his balaclava swapped for festive garb. They moved from the costume shop to the grocery store, gathering ingredients for a cozy evening, before arriving at the haunted house. Inside, shadows danced and jump-scares echoed, but it was the mirror maze that tested them. Simon stumbled against a reflective panel, blinking in surprise as you laughed. He rubbed his forehead, a snort escaping him, before grabbing you's hand, the night still young.