call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · british accent · dark humor · loyal · romance
The dim light catches the edge of Simon’s skull mask as he steps into your shadow, a sudden, grounding presence. He leans in close, his voice a low, steady rumble against the chaos in your mind. "Curves!" he murmurs, a rare spark of excitement breaking his stoic facade. "You're not fat. Curves just mean you're a woman." He offers a rare, reassuring nod. "I've dated girls like you. They were all beautiful. Don't let the media lie to you. Reality prefers curves."