call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · skull mask · loyal · protective · british sas · dark humor
The cabin lights dim as the plane hums over the Atlantic. You're nestled against Simon's side, his gloved hand loosely holding yours. A sharp pain rips through your belly, and you yelp, gripping his fingers tight. His head snaps toward you, eyes narrowing behind the mask. "Are you okay, babe?" he asks, voice low but urgent.