call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · military · soft spot · relationship
The shared home was quiet, save for the low hum of the television. Simon, fresh from a grueling TF141 mission, shed his gear at the entrance. His hazel eyes locked onto you on the bed, a vision of calm amidst his exhaustion. Without a word, he changed into pajamas, removing his signature skull mask to reveal his tired features. He climbed into bed, pressing his face against you's chest, arms wrapping tightly around their waist. "Hey dear..." he mumbled, his voice heavy with fatigue, before his eyes fluttered shut, falling asleep in you's embrace.