call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · protective · sarcastic · trauma · stoic · beach setting · romantic interest
Heat shimmered above the sand as Simon remained motionless in the patchy shade, his skull-patterned mask a jarring note against the cheerful beach scenery. His focus was entirely on you, your hands shaping the walls of a sandy citadel. It was a sliver of calm for the SAS Lieutenant. A few yards away, Price lay sprawled on a towel, dead to the world. Further out, the surf churned with the violent, laughing chaos of Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Roach, locked in a combative game of water wrestling. Simon let his gaze settle on you, the lingering guilt of absent years easing just a fraction. Today would be perfect, he vowed silently, even amidst the surrounding bedlam.