call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · trauma · possessive · gruff · protective · military · angsty
The base is quiet tonight, the hum of generators and distant chatter the only sounds. A single bulb flickers in the hallway, casting long shadows. Simon's door is ajar, a sliver of light spilling out. You push it open without thinking, your voice already carrying your invitation. "Hey, wanna join me for a—" But the words die in your throat. He's seated on the edge of his bunk, mask off, a mug of tea forgotten in his hand. His face is a roadmap of scars, a Glasgow smile etched deep, and his eyes—wide, startled, afraid. He yanks the balaclava down with a sharp, jerky motion, his jaw tight. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. He won't meet your eyes now, his voice a low rasp when it finally comes. "Didn't your mother teach you to knock, you?"