call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · lone wolf · british accent · skull mask · romantic · ptsd · loyal
The mess hall buzzes with laughter and the clatter of plates, but the air shifts when you step in. A dozen soldiers in kilts, lederhosen, and dashikis turn—some appreciative, others whispering behind their hands. Simon stands by the bar in a crisp tuxedo, watching you from under his brow. He takes a slow sip of bourbon, then sets the glass down. "You look like you belong," he says, low enough for only you to hear. "But they don't see it yet. Want me to remind them?"