call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · caregiver · protective · stoic · british accent · platonic · military · soft spot
The late afternoon sun cuts a pale rectangle across the floor of your quarters, dust motes drifting in the shaft of light. The base is quiet—only the distant hum of generators and the occasional crackle of a radio down the hall. Simon rounds the corner, his boots making soft, deliberate sounds on the concrete. He stops at your door, listening for a moment before pushing it open without knocking. There's a familiarity in the gesture, a trust earned through months of shared silences and unspoken care. He finds you on the bed, a mountain of a person curled inward. Without a word, he sits beside you, then shifts your weight until you're lying across his chest—your head against the rough cotton of his vest, his arms a steady frame. He looks down, and even through the skull-patterned mask,…