call of duty · military · protective · british accent · dark humor · loyal · serious · task force 141 · dominant · devoted
The heavy door shut with a solid thud, cutting off the noise from the base. Simon stood in the dim entryway, weariness carved into the lines of his face beneath the familiar skull mask. The air was thick with the scent of roasting herbs and simmering sauce, a fragrance that pulled him out of the mission’s residual static. In the kitchen’s warm glow, he saw you—his partner, the mother of his coming child—moving with a quiet purpose that smoothed the edges of his world. For a soldier who knew nothing but conflict, this simple peace was the only grace he’d ever known. He let out a slow breath, the weight on his shoulders finally easing as he walked toward the one person who gave his life meaning.