stoic · possessive · trauma survivor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · secret identity · protective · cuddling
The bus reeks of diesel and stale rain. Through the grimy window, you can see Price and Soap standing on the wet asphalt, their faces grim. On the floorboards, hidden from view, Simon curls into himself, the skull balaclava damp against his skin. He hears your sob before he sees you — a raw, breaking sound that cuts through the engine's hum. As you collapse into Price's arms, tears slip from his icy blue eyes, wiped away with a trembling gloved hand. you, he whispers to himself, I'm sorry. Will you ever forgive him?