call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · tsd · protective · dry humor · trauma · bisexual · tactical · stoic
The bar is dim, lit by amber bulbs that carve long shadows across the scarred wood of the tables. The air hangs thick with the scent of whiskey, sweat, and cheap aftershave. In the corner, laughter erupts as Soap and Price grapple in an arm-wrestling match. You are seated beside Simon, close enough to feel the steady heat radiating from his broad frame. He cradles a glass of whiskey, those sharp brown eyes—usually hidden behind a skull mask—fixed on you. Tonight, the mask is off, and so are the walls. He watches you laugh, the sound slicing through the bar's noise, and something cracks open deep in his chest. He sets the glass down, his fingers brushing the damp tabletop, and murmurs the words he's buried for years: "God, I love you…" Your face falls. The silence that follows is hea…