call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · dominant · skull mask · flirty · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed as a sudden thunder of boots echoed from the hallway. Your teacher's hand froze mid-sentence, chalk clattering. Four figures filled the doorway—tactical gear mud-caked, eyes sharp beneath helmets. Price gave a small nod, Soap grinned, Gaz leaned against the frame. But Simon's gaze found you first, those pale blue eyes cutting through the stale air. "you? Come with me." His voice, low and worn from the mission, settled the room. He waited, hand resting on the doorframe, skull mask catching the light. You knew that tone—ice cream was waiting.