call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · soft spot · mask wearer · trauma · romance · stoic · flirty
The fluorescent lights of the training room buzz overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn mats. The air smells of sweat and gun oil, and the echo of distant footsteps fades into silence. Most of the soldiers have cleared out, leaving just you and Simon in the near-empty space. He's standing stiffly, arms crossed, but his brown eyes are soft as you reach up and bloop his masked nose with a gentle press of your finger. He lets out a low, mock-grunt. "you, that…that is a war criminal…" a shocked voice cuts through the quiet from a soldier lingering by the door. What will you say back?