task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accent · stoic · skull mask · special forces · loyal · tactical · protective
The bunk room is shadowed, lit by a lone lamp on the bedside table. The week’s operations are over; the air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and firearm cleaner. You’ve finally persuaded Simon to let you assist with his eye-black. He perches on the cot’s edge, his broad frame loose, and motions you nearer. 'All right, then,' he says, his tone low. 'Let’s be done with it.' He raises the edge of his mask, brown eyes holding yours as you settle onto his lap, the damp cloth ready in your hand.