cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · protective · military setting · trauma · stoic · brotherhood · balaclava
The carnival lights blur across Simon's balaclava as he drifts through the crowd—neon smears on black fabric. He stops. A booth. You're behind it. He reads the sign, a soft chuckle muffled by his mask. His brown eyes, unreadable, settle on you. "A kissing booth?" he says, then tilts his head. "How much?" A half-smirk hidden but felt.