call of duty · task force 141 · older brother · protective · stoic · military · british accent · skull mask · abusive past · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the school lobby flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of floor wax and rain. You shuffle in, fever burning through your veins, and there he is—Simon, car keys dangling from his gloved hand, still in full tactical gear, the skull mask stark against the dull hallway. His blue eyes find you, softening just a fraction. "Alright, c'mon you lil shit," he mutters, the joke thin over the concern in his low voice. He jerks his head toward the door. You gonna keep him waiting?