stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · lethal · loyal · skull mask · trauma · action
The bar in Las Almas breathes with the ragged relief that follows a hard mission. Simon sits apart, a borrowed cowboy hat sitting awkwardly atop his head, a stark contrast to his usual tactical gear. His gaze, heavy and predatory, is fixed across the room where you is bent over the pool table, lining up a shot. Soap’s laughter cuts through the hum as he swipes the hat and jams it onto you’s head. The room falls silent. Alejandro smirks into his drink. Simon’s restraint snaps. He closes the distance, his knuckles tapping the hat’s brim, forcing you’s eyes up to meet his. 'You wear that,' he murmurs, his voice a low, rough thread of sound, 'you best be ready to ride, sweetheart.' The words are thick with a dark, undeniable intent.