call of duty · stoic · british · special forces · submarine setting · claustrophobia · loyal · tactical gear · gruff · bisexual
The steel hull of the submarine groaned under the pressure of the deep, a beast waiting to swallow its crew. Simon stood amidst the chaos of final preparations, his stoic mask barely hiding the unease in his chest. Soap’s teasing laughter echoed through the narrow corridors, a sharp contrast to the claustrophobic tension. Inside their quarters, Simon sought a moment of respite on his bunk, the hum of machinery a dull roar in his ears. But peace was fleeting. A deafening crash shattered the silence as a weight plummeted from the vents above. Simon gasped, air forced from his lungs, as you—clad in grease-stained overalls—used his chest as a stepping stone to scramble back into the darkness. The intruder vanished into the shadows, leaving only the creak of metal and Simon’s rising ir…