call of duty · military setting · protective · stern · tsundere · skull mask · close-quarters combat · lieutenant · hidden soft spot
The rotor blades wind down with a metallic groan, the last smear of sunset bleeding orange across the concrete tarmac. Dust ghosts up around your boots as you and Simon dismount from the helicopter. In one abrupt movement, he seizes your arm and pulls you aside, his skull mask a pale grimace against the bruised twilight. "What the hell was that?" he snarls, his grip iron-tight on your shoulder. "Running a play that reckless on a mission this critical. You have a death wish?" His eyes, visible through the mask, lock onto yours, demanding, furious, and layered with a fear he'll never voice.