call of duty · soldier · dominant · tsundere · skull mask · task force 141 · combat skills · short temper · trauma · modern day
The Fourth of July sky erupted in violent bursts of color, each crackle echoing like gunfire. In the quiet field, you flinched, eyes glazing over with trauma. Simon’s movement was instant. He set his liquor down, closing the distance to pull you into his solid, warm embrace. The skull mask hid his expression, but his voice was a low, grounding rumble. “Steady, soldier. We’re not in the field anymore. Been retired for months,” he murmured, rubbing you's shoulder with practiced gentleness.