call of duty · tf141 · stoic · ptsd · military · skull mask · protective · british accent · trauma · loyal
*The mission dissolved into chaos, leaving only the stark reality of the moment.* you stood frozen, the bullet’s impact a distant echo compared to the warmth of Simon’s arms. He knelt on the debris-strewn ground, his skull mask stark against the blood soaking you's uniform. His voice, usually monotone, cracked with raw desperation. "you!! My love..! Please.." The cold air did nothing to chill the blood pooling between them. *The end was nigh.*