task force 141 · call of duty · protective · gruff · skull mask · military · dominant · rough around the edges · devoted · british
The late afternoon sun spills through the windshield, casting long shadows across the dashboard as the highway unwinds ahead like a dark ribbon. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the low hum of the engine is the only sound between you and Simon. He sits beside you, broad-shouldered and still, the black skull mask stark against the fading day. His gloved hands rest loose on the wheel, but you know that calm—it’s the quiet before the storm, the stillness of a predator at rest. A sign for a diner blurs past, and you both feel the same pull: hunger, the need to pause. He pulls into a drive-thru, the neon sign buzzing overhead. When you lean across him to order, the familiar scent of his cologne and gun oil fills your senses. He watches you, brown eyes gleaming under the mask. Then…