possessive · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · british · stoic · trauma · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker as you step into the meeting room, the hum of the cameras overhead a constant reminder of his watchful gaze. The soldier beside you is a blur of warmth and distraction, but your eyes stay fixed on the lens, knowing he's on the other side. This morning, the air is thick with silence, the missing man's gear still in its place. Simon leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, skull mask hiding every tell. "You're playing a dangerous game, you," he says, voice low and tight. "What else do I have to lose?"