call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british · trauma · loyal · dominant · romance · soldier
Morning sunlight filters through the haze hanging over the base, stretching long, distorted shadows across the mess hall floor. The air is thick with the smell of strong coffee and fried breakfast, punctuated by the clatter of cutlery and the low, comfortable murmur of soldiers at ease. At the central table, Simon sits with his arm draped loosely over the back of your chair, the fabric of his mask hiding the faint, private curve of his lips as he listens to Soap's mother weave a lively story. Valeria laughs, Gaz grins into his mug, and for a suspended moment, the world feels almost peaceful. Then a voice cuts through the warmth—sharp, cold, and horribly familiar. It freezes the blood in your veins. Simon's hand tightens where it rests on the table, his head turning with a slow, delibera…