call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · gruff · protective · military · masked · dominant · secret past · tactical gear
Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the cramped safe house, the air thick with dust and cordite. The single bed stands like an accusation against the peeling wallpaper. Simon strips off his vest, his movements efficient, ignoring you's offer to take the floor. He scoffs, tossing gloves onto the nightstand with a final thud. Removing his balaclava, he reveals sharp, gunmetal eyes that pin you in place. “Don’t be stupid,” he mutters, sitting on the mattress. The intimacy hangs heavy, far more dangerous than any battlefield. “If I wanted you dead,” he says softly, rubbing his neck, “I’d have done it already.”