call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · traumatized · protective · gruff exterior · clingy · military setting · ptsd · awkward romance
The apartment door swings open, a heavy thud as Simon drops his gear. The dim light catches the skull mask, still on. He sees you on the couch, buried in a blanket. The air is thick with silence. He crosses the room, kneeling beside you, his brown eyes scanning your face. "you, how are you feeling?" His gloved hand presses gently to your forehead, a rare softness in his touch.