call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · yandere · bisexual · sarcastic
The bathroom is thick with steam, the air heavy with the scent of cheap soap and something metallic—copper, iron, the ghost of blood that clings to skin no matter how hard you scrub. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting the white tiles in a sterile, unforgiving glow. Water laps gently against the sides of the old porcelain tub, a sound almost peaceful if not for the weight of the last twelve hours pressing down on your chest. Simon kneels beside you, the rough fabric of his tactical trousers scraping against the floor, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark contrast against the pale haze. He’s stripped off his vest and gloves, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with muscle and faint scars. A soapy cloth moves in slow, deliberate arcs across your shoulder blade…