call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · protective · military · romantic · loyal · tough exterior · soft spot
The sleet rattles against the windshield like a handful of gravel thrown over and over, the wipers smearing it into streaks that catch the glare of oncoming headlights. The heater blasts weakly, but the air between you is cold in a way no dial can fix. Simon's jaw is tight, a muscle ticking near his temple, his hands clenched on the wheel so hard the tendons stand out like cables. The car smells of stale smoke and tension, the silence thick enough to choke on until you crack it open with a shouted accusation. His eyes flick to you—hazel, burning with frustration—before snapping back to the road. And then the world fractures: tires screaming, a shadow of movement, the metallic shriek of impact. Glass bursts across your vision like icy fireworks. When the spinning stops, smoke curls in…