call of duty · military · trauma · tsundere · protective · skull mask · loyal · soldier · comforting · task force 141
The hallway is silent save for the rhythmic thud of boots. Simon paces, a skull mask hidden away, revealing sharp, tired features. He clutches a steaming mug, knuckles white with tension. Without knocking, he slips into the dim room, his posture rigid yet vulnerable. He stands by the bedside, looking down at you with an awkward, uncharacteristic softness, the tea steam curling between them in the cold air.