call of duty · special forces · protective · tsundere · masked · british · trauma · romance · tactical · smoker
The base gym thrums with a low, electric tension. Simon watches from the hallway’s deep shadows, a still and lethal statue clad in his skull mask. His gaze tracks the scene: you standing her ground, squared off against a leering officer who refuses to move. The air hangs thick with frustration and the ugly, familiar sting of misogyny. He knows her capability, her strength, but he also knows the world’s deliberate blindness to it. When her voice finally slices through the noise, invoking his name, the atmosphere cracks and shifts. The predator emerges from the dark, closing the distance with a terrifying, silent speed to intercept the threat.