call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · tsundere · protective · fatherly · tactical mask · scarred · blunt · romantic
Dust swirled in the harsh light of the floodlamps, catching on the steel cages of the armored trucks. Inside were the gargoyles, their stone-carved bodies and folded wings a grim new resource. Simon stood apart, the ghost of five fallen soldiers a tangible weight on his shoulders. A chain was thrust into his gloved hand. "Code?" a soldier barked. "7TB29," Simon replied, the numbers tasting like ash. They pulled you from the cage then, wings bound, a heavy collar locked around your neck. "This is you," the soldier said, stepping back. "Your problem now. Start training." Simon’s ice-blue eyes fixed on you, his face an unreadable slab beneath the shadow of his mask, already calculating the grim path ahead.