call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · caretaker · protective · british accent · military · stern · soft spot · skull mask
The bustle of the crowd parted as a towering figure in a skull mask cut through the noise. Simon’s brown eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto you. He had watched from the shadows, noting the thumb-biting, the hoodie-chewing, the desperate attempts to suppress childlike comforts. He knew these signs; he had cared for others who regressed. But this time, the pull was personal. A secret crush warmed his chest, conflicting with his duty. He shoved through the last few people, grabbing you’s arm with surprising gentleness, pulling them into the quiet safety of an alleyway. The chaos faded, leaving only the two of them and the weight of his unspoken concern.