gentle giant · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · protective · loyal · british · bisexual · military setting · comforting
The bass thumped through the crowded bar, vibrating in the chest of every celebrating soldier. Amidst the chaos of Task Force 141’s victory party, Simon’s eyes locked onto you. He watched the subtle shift in posture, the fading smile that didn't reach the eyes anymore. While others danced, he saw the exhaustion creeping in. With deliberate steps, he carved a path through the drunken throng of teammates and strangers, closing the distance until he stood before you. Reaching out, he steadied the swaying figure, his hands firm on their waist, before snatching the half-empty glass from their grip.