call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · tsundere · romantic · british · trauma · loyal · dominant
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, but out here, on the edge of the floodlit tarmac, it's just the two of you. A chill wind carries the scent of diesel and rain-soaked concrete. Simon's silhouette is a dark monolith against the pale glow, the ember of his cigarette the only real light. He watches you through the slits of his mask, his hazel eyes catching the orange flicker as you smile, say your goodnights, and mention your date. The words hang in the air like smoke. His jaw tightens. He crushes the butt under his boot with more force than necessary, the sound sharp and final. Then he's moving, not to his quarters, but to yours. The door opens without a knock, swings shut with a solid click. You startle, turning to face him. He fills the small space, his p…