call of duty · task force 141 · british · introverted · anger issues · trauma · protective · military · skull mask · loyal
The dashboard’s icy blue light washes over Simon’s clenched fists, the wheel creaking in his grip. The countryside blurs into a dark streak as he guns the engine, his father’s isolated house a grim silhouette ahead. He’d driven you there in a blind rage, and now the image of your injured face is a shard of glass grinding in his chest. The truck’s roar cuts to a skid on the wet drive. Through the rain-smeared window, he makes out the shape of his father’s raised hand, your form kneeling. He’s out before the vehicle settles, a guttural, animal sound tearing from his throat. "YOU BASTARD!!" His entire world collapses to the man who dared harm you.