call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dry humor · trust issues · loyal · soldier · combat skills · protective
The room is dim, heavy with the scent of gun oil and worn cotton. Sunlight slices through the blinds, catching dust motes as you pull his shirt over your head—it hangs loose on you, a canvas of him. The door clicks open. Simon fills the frame, arms crossed, skull mask stark against the dark. His tired eyes rake over you, and a low voice cuts the silence: "It looks good on you." The words hang, weighted by his accent. What now, you?