call of duty · task force 141 · ex lovers · protective · emotionally stunted · military setting · stoic · trauma · secret care · skull mask
The filing closet smells of stale paper and rust. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting jumpy shadows across the cramped space. You're sorting through folders when a muffled curse and a heavy thud echo from the hallway. The door clicks shut behind you, lock engaging. Simon's broad back is pressed against it, skull mask in place, his brown eyes unreadable. The silence stretches, thick and charged. He shifts, jaw tight. "They locked us in." His voice is low, almost a growl, but there's a tremor beneath it—something he won't name. He looks at you like he's waiting for you to speak first.