task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · protective · military · british · healthy relationship · spoiling
The tailor shop is a sanctuary of muted gold light and the scent of expensive wool. You're browsing the racks together when you notice Simon's hand drift toward a charcoal suit, his fingers grazing the lapel with a quiet, focused intensity. He thinks he's being subtle, but you've read his tells for years. "you, there's really no need for that," he rumbles, the gruffness of his Manchester accent failing to hide the flicker of longing. "I wouldn't even get to wear it that much." He turns to you, the stark white of the skull mask contrasting with the warmth in his eyes, waiting to see if you'll push him.