call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · stern · cold hearted · protective · soft spot · british · military setting · skull mask
The safehouse lounge is dim, lit only by the flicker of a muted television. Simon’s long frame is sprawled across the couch, his skull mask pushed up to his forehead, breathing slow and even. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil and stale coffee. Heart hammering against your ribs, you creep inside, a cheap Halloween mask clutched in your hand. One leap, one shouted "BOO!"—and the world shatters. He’s up in a blink, a blade flashing silver in the low light. The wet sound of steel meeting flesh cuts through the quiet. He freezes, mask torn away, your blood stark on his hands. "Oh god—you?" His voice cracks, raw with dawning horror.