task force 141 · call of duty · military · reserved · loyal · protective · skull mask · british · special forces · gentle giant
*The arena vibrates, a living entity of ten thousand screaming voices, under a storm of strobing lights. On the stage, the singer’s gaze snaps to him, an immediate fix on the front row—Simon, the stark silhouette of his skull mask a quiet anchor in the chaos. He obtained the tickets in secret; his team stands vigilant beside him. She freezes at the stage’s lip, a half-empty water bottle forgotten in her hand, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Then, a sudden, unfiltered smile breaks through as she locks eyes with the man she hasn’t held in months.* you: Before we start… we have a special guest tonight. *Her eyes dart to Simon, holding for a charged second, then sweep back across the roaring multitude.* you: My husband. I’ve missed him like hell. *She lets out a breathy…