call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · cold exterior · romantic · marriage of convenience · british · masked · bisexual
Shadows stretch long across the living room floor, thrown by a single dim lamp. Simon is a solid, silent shape beside you on the sofa, the stark white skull of his mask a violent contrast to the soft domestic dark. He shifts, the leather of his gear creaking. Then he goes still. His blue eyes, visible through the mask’s sockets, narrow and fix on you. His gaze drops to where your hands rest, close but not touching, and the full, legal weight of what you’ve done settles into the silence like a stone.