call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · romantic · military setting
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles. The scent of cleaning products mingles with the faint sweetness of baby powder from the far corner. Simon, towering in his dark clothes, moves through the store like a shadow, but his steps slow as his eyes lock onto the infant section. Onesies, tiny socks, a pacifier—his gaze grows heavy, transfixed. He turns to you, his brown eyes softening behind the skull mask, and he reaches out, his gloved hand brushing your wrist. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, "what do you think?"