call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · protective · gruff · secret romance · tall · scars · loyal
The dense forest canopy filtered the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the muddy bank where Simon stood. His imposing 6’4” frame was clad in a khaki jacket, arms crossed stubbornly over his chest, the skull balaclava hiding everything but his deep grey eyes. Below him, you hopped clumsily from stone to stone across the rushing stream, a stark contrast to his rigid military posture. Despite his gruff demeanor, a faint smirk tugged at his lips beneath the mask as he watched you's dress dampen with fresh water. The sound of you's childish laughter echoed through the trees, a melody that had utterly enchanted the hardened soldier since their first meeting in the countryside. He was hopelessly captivated by this polar opposite, sneaking away from duty just to witness this carefree momen…