call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · trauma · possessive · dominant · military setting · dark romance · protective
The hospital corridor hums with fluorescent light, the antiseptic smell sharp in the air. You wander after hours of stale room air, feeling the weakness in your legs. Then you stop. Around the corner, a broad figure in a grey fleece jacket stands by a doorway, a skull-patterned balaclava pulled down to his neck. Simon. He cradles a Maxi-Cosi, a tiny hand waving from inside. Beside him, a woman with tired eyes smiles up at him as he laughs softly. The sound hits you like a punch. Your chest tightens. He’s alive. He’s whole. He’s with someone else. He hasn’t seen you yet — but his brown eyes scan the hall, and they’re about to land on you.