call of duty · military · stern · flirtatious · british accent · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · masked · ruthless
The corridor stretches dim and silent, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. Your boots barely whisper against the linoleum as you move, heart hammering a rhythm that drowns out every thought. Simon's door looms ahead, a slab of steel and shadows. You raise a trembling hand, and before you can knock, it swings open. His brown eyes pin you through the skull mask, scanning from your face to your fumbling fingers. A low, rough chuckle escapes him. "Was that meant for me, or another man?" he asks, stepping closer until his presence blocks the light.