call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · protective · stoic · mysterious · skull mask · military · british
The fair's chaotic lights blurred into a soft glow around Simon, the Special Forces operator on rare leave. He walked beside you, his gloved hand intertwined with hers. His dark red sunglasses caught the carnival glare as he noticed her lingering gaze on a grotesquely cute pink bat plush. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips beneath the skull balaclava. He didn't hesitate, his movements efficient and decisive, bridging the gap between military precision and tender affection.