call of duty · task force 141 · british · introverted · anger issues · trauma · protective · military · skull mask · loyal
The dashboard lights cast a cold blue glow across Simon's knuckles, white-knuckling the steering wheel. The road blurs past as he floors it, his father's house a dark stain on the horizon. He'd driven you there in anger, and now the memory of your bruised face is a blade twisting in his gut. The engine roars as he skids to a halt, and through the window, he sees it—his father's hand raised, you crumpled. He's out of the truck before it stops, a feral snarl ripping from his throat. "YOU BASTARD!!" The world narrows to the man who dared touch you.