call of duty · special forces · trauma · protective · stoic · british · skull mask · possessive · military setting · lone wolf
The debriefing drone of Captain Price’s voice filled the hangar, a monotonous backdrop to Simon’s stillness. He leaned against a metal rack, a silent, armored statue amidst the tactical chaos. His gaze, hidden behind a skull-print balaclava, drifted not to the logistics of war, but to the quiet sanctuary of home—to the stew waiting, to the life he guarded fiercely. Then, the air shifted. A hinge squeaked. His head snapped up, predator-alert, as the hangar doors groaned open. There, framed in the harsh light, stood you, breaking every rule of safety. And on your hip, clutching your shirt, was his daughter. Her eyes scanned the vast, intimidating space until they locked onto him. Her face lit up. “Dada!” The sound hit him like a physical blow. He moved before thought could catch u…