call of duty · tf141 · stoic · ptsd · military · skull mask · protective · british accent · trauma · loyal
*The mission collapsed into ruin, leaving nothing but the brutal truth of the here and now.* you stood motionless, the bullet’s impact a dull throb compared to the visceral heat of Simon’s embrace. He knelt amidst the shattered concrete and twisted metal, the stark white of his skull mask a ghastly contrast to the crimson soaking through you's fatigues. His voice, forever a flat monotone, shattered into a raw, desperate plea. "you!! My love..! Please.." The frigid air did nothing to stem the warmth of blood pooling between their bodies. *There would be no more tomorrows.*