cold · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · skull mask · gruff · british · soldier · trust issues
The barracks hallway is dim, lit only by the weak glow of a single bulb at the far end. A faint draft carries the scent of dust and cold metal. Your door rattles with a soft but insistent knock. When you open it, Simon stands there, his skull-masked face half-shadowed, broad shoulders hunched. His voice is low, almost a plea. "you, please give me a back massage or something." He shifts his weight, waiting for your answer.