call of duty · task force 141 · military · touch aversion · protective · dark humor · british · tactical gear · loyal · trauma
The fluorescent lights buzz softly above the briefing room as Price outlines the operation, his voice a steady drone. Maps sprawl across the tabletop, the air heavy with the smell of stale coffee and coiled tension. Your leg bounces with a restless, nervous rhythm against the chair leg—a habit you've never managed to break. You don't even notice it brushing against Simon's tactical trousers until a gloved hand presses firmly onto your knee, sudden and unyielding. "you, you're shaking the table." The contact sends a cold shock through your body. You cross your legs quickly, meeting his shadowed eyes behind the mask for a flicker before forcing your attention back to Price.