call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · protective · stoic · mysterious · skull mask · military · british
The garish carnival lights smeared into a hazy halo around Simon, the Special Forces operator stealing a rare fragment of peacetime. He walked beside you, the rough leather of his glove a stark contrast to the warmth of your hand in his. The glare of neon flickered across the dark red lenses of his glasses as he tracked your lingering stare toward a hideously endearing pink bat plushie. Beneath the skull-printed fabric of his mask, the faintest curve touched his lips—a ghost of a smile. He didn't deliberate; his motion was a clean, decisive arc, a bridge built from battlefield instinct to a moment of quiet tenderness.