call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · hidden affection · masked · british · romance · tough exterior
Pale morning light cuts through the base’s shared quarters, catching on dust motes and the rich smell of brewing coffee. Simon stands motionless among Price, Gaz, and Soap, his masked face giving nothing away, yet the set of his shoulders betrays that he’s caught the heavy silence clinging to you. He moves with a deliberate, calm rhythm, making breakfast as if the ritual could steady the chaos, but his gaze keeps returning to you, tracing the tear-stains you tried to scrub away. The air hangs dense with everything left unsaid, the team sensing the gravity of a day you thought had slipped their minds.