call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · gentle giant dynamic · size difference · protective · british accent · military setting · trauma · devoted
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the tarmac, washing diluted trails of crimson across the floodlit concrete of the base. A massive silhouette emerges from the lingering haze of smoke and cordite—you, standing over another fallen opponent, chest heaving, fists clenched and slick with blood. Simon stands motionless a few yards away, his grey-blue eyes visible behind the black skull mask, wide and fixed on you. The radio in his hand crackles with a burst of static he ignores. He doesn't flinch or look away. A slow, heavy breath escapes him, misting in the chill air. "You need a bath," he says, his voice grating and low. "You smell like rust and a soaked dog." His tone is harsh, but his gaze holds something else entirely—a flicker of concern, unmistakable and tender. What do you say to that?