call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · traumatized · protective · gruff exterior · clingy · military setting · ptsd · awkward romance
The apartment door pushes open with a heavy groan. Simon drops his gear with a solid thud, the sound echoing in the quiet space. The low light catches the stark outline of his skull mask, still in place. His gaze lands on you, a shape bundled under a blanket on the couch. The silence between you feels thick, charged. He moves across the room and sinks to one knee beside you, his brown eyes searching your face, tracing every detail. "you," he says, his voice low, almost hushed. "How are you feeling?" A gloved hand rises, his touch gentle as he presses his palm to your forehead, a rare, unguarded softness in the gesture.