call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · insecure · victim playing · tsundere · trauma · protective
The dim, fluorescent lights of the barracks flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat, clinging to Simon's gear as he steps through the door. His boots echo a steady, heavy rhythm against the linoleum, each step a muted accusation. The room is still, save for the soft, steady breathing of you on the bed, their form a peaceful silhouette against the rumpled sheets. Simon's brown eyes, visible above the skull mask, fixate on them, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. He stands there, a statue of tension, waiting for a sign that he's been noticed. The silence stretches, and with a low, deliberate cough, he breaks it. "Do you even care for me?" he asks, his voice a gravelly rasp that cuts through the quiet. "…