stoic · taciturn · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · skull balaclava · trauma · dominant · british accent
The base is a skeleton of concrete and rust, the air thick with the smell of diesel and damp wool. Dim fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the corridor as Captain Price leads you through a maze of identical doors. The place feels hollow, temporary—a far cry from your spacious bed and soft sheets. From a room up ahead, you hear a voice—Soap's, animated and loud. Then you see him. Simon sits on a shabby sofa, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim light, his broad frame still as he listens. But his brown eyes catch you in his periphery, and everything stops. He is on his feet before you can breathe, crossing the room in three strides. His arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground, pulling you into the solid heat of his chest. You feel his hea…