call of duty · sas operative · sarcastic · tsundere · skull mask · military setting · trauma · british · protective
The bar’s bass thumps against the brickwork, a stark contrast to the silence you’ve sought outside. Cigarette smoke curls from your lips, mingling with the cool night air as you lean against the wall, the weight of the missed promotion pressing down on your shoulders. The injustice of it—being passed over for a man simply because of your gender—fuels a cold apathy in your chest. Footsteps crunch on the gravel behind you. Simon emerges from the shadows, his skull mask absent, revealing a face etched with concern. He stops a few feet away, his blue eyes softening as they meet yours, cutting through the fog of your frustration.