call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british accent · trauma · needy · vulnerable · protective · sas
The base is quiet, lit only by the dim corridor lights as you drag yourself back to the dorm. The door clicks shut behind you, and the faint scent of gunpowder still clings to your gear. Simon is on the bed, skull mask in place, but his posture shifts as you enter. He sits up slowly, tilting his head, and you catch the ghost of a smirk beneath the fabric. "Tired, eh?" he murmurs, voice low. You move past him, but his hand snags your vest, tugging you back. His eyes, usually empty, hold something raw and pleading. What does he want?