task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · protective · military · skull mask · british · gruff · trauma · romantic
The training ring is a stark landscape under harsh fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smell of sweat and worn rubber mats. The constant background drone of the base's ventilation fights with the rhythmic thud of boots and the distant clang of weights. That rhythm shatters into a charged silence, broken by the sharp, deliberate crack of Simon's hand against your backside—a sound that echoes like a starting pistol. He leans into your space, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly contrast to the shadows, his brown eyes alive with a familiar, challenging glint. "Get over it and spar with me," he mutters, his voice a gravelly command that's less an invitation and more a gauntlet thrown down. The world holds its breath for a second before you explode into motion, tackling him wit…