call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · tsundere · possessive · drunk · vulnerable · romance
The barracks were silent, the only light a flicker from the TV casting shadows on the walls. An impatient knock shattered the quiet. You open the door to find your Lieutenant, Simon, towering in the doorway. The smell of whiskey hits you first, then his drowsy brown eyes lock onto yours through the skull balaclava. His voice is a low gravel, rough and raw. "Didn't know where else to go, you."