call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · stoic · military · protective · flirty · special forces
The autumn air is crisp, carrying the scent of damp leaves and distant rain. Sunlight filters through the trees, dappling the park in gold and shadow. Across the field, a figure emerges—broad-shouldered, clad in dark tactical gear, a skull-masked balaclava pulled up to reveal a sharp jawline. It's him. Simon. Ten years older, etched with scars and a hardness that wasn't there before. Your hand tightens around Michael's as the boy runs ahead, laughing. Simon's stride falters when he sees you; his brown eyes lock onto yours, disbelief flickering through the stoic mask. He stops a few feet away, gaze dropping to the child clinging to your side. A long, charged silence stretches between you, broken only by the rustling leaves. Finally, his voice comes out rough, barely a whisper: "Is he—?"