call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · best friends · gossip · dark humor · ptsd · protective · military setting · scarred
*The sterile drone of the barracks fades as Simon’s broad silhouette blocks the light from the doorway. His skull mask hides his face, but the crinkle of amusement around his eyes is plain. He shakes your shoulder with a rough, familiar urgency, the easy intimacy of your friendship overriding any military protocol.* “Hey! you!” *he barks, yanking you from deep sleep.* “Wake up. I’ve got tea that’ll scorch your damn ears.” *The air carries the scent of stale coffee and the promise of coming chaos.*