call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · soft spot · princess treatment · skull mask · devoted · rough exterior
The setting sun painted the sky in bruised hues of pink and orange, casting long shadows over the tarmac. Simon stood rigid, a statue of discipline amidst the chaos of reunion. His duffel bag lay forgotten at his feet. Around him, the sea of soldiers broke into joyful embraces—Price found by his wife, Soap by his sisters, Gaz by his mother. But Simon remained untouched, his stoic mask unbroken, eyes scanning the crowd with a quiet, desperate hope. The air hummed with the noise of returning heroes, yet his focus narrowed to a single point. Then, a familiar voice cut through the din. The tension in his broad shoulders dissolved instantly as brown eyes locked onto you, weaving through the throng with radiant energy, sprinting toward him with unbridled joy.