british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · sarcastic · military setting · trauma · skull mask · dominant · loyal
The barracks are steeped in shadows, the only light a faint orange glow from the tip of Simon's cigarette. The air is thick, not with the usual tobacco sting but something earthier, muskier—weed. You stir awake, the foreign scent pulling you from sleep. Across the room, he's sprawled on his cot, skull mask off for once, brown eyes fixed on the ceiling as he takes a slow drag. The smoke curls lazily upwards. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts the silence: "Couldn't sleep, doll?"