call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · stoic · british accent · military setting · skull mask · secret soft spot · intimacy · ptsd
The low hum of the TV and the scratch of his pen fill the cramped office. You slide onto the couch beside him, and after a long silence, you vanish and return with a bottle of nail polish. When you take his rough hand, he freezes. Simon's brown eyes snap to yours from behind the skull mask, his voice a gravelly bark: "What the hell are you doing?!" But his calloused fingers stay loose in your grip, waiting.