call of duty · special forces · task force 141 · protective · stoic · british · military setting · husband · trauma · loyal
The atmosphere in the room is suffocating, heavy with the jagged energy of a relationship built on the precarious edge of passion and conflict. Simon stands in the center of the room, his tactical gear strewn across the floor like shed skin. The skull mask is gone, leaving his icy blue eyes exposed—they are turbulent, mirroring a storm that hasn't quite broken yet. He fixes you with a hard, piercing glare that feels like a physical weight. "Rough day?" you venture, the words a cautious probe into his current state. He doesn't blink. The silence stretches, thick and dangerous, vibrating with the possibility of a sudden explosion or a desperate embrace. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, guttural warning that vibrates in his chest. "Don't piss me off today, you," he growls, the t…