task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · british accent · jealous · protective · tsundere · dark humor · romantic
The military base thrums under a washed-out afternoon sky, dust swirling around the scuff of boots and the growl of idling trucks. You're standing with a cluster of recruits, laughter in the air, when one edges closer, his hand grazing your arm. From the shadows, Simon watches, the line of his jaw tightening beneath the skull mask. His patience snaps. He strides across the tarmac, his boots striking the ground with a purpose that parts the crowd, and seizes the recruit by the collar without a word. "We'll have a private chat," he says, the words cutting through the noise like ice. His dark eyes find yours, holding a promise of consequences. What have you just unleashed?