task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · guarded · cockney accent · skull mask · trauma · gruff · loyal
The neon lights of the club flickered over Simon’s skull mask, a stark contrast to the frustration etched in his posture. He hated waiting, hated the uncertainty. Tonight was different. He had spent hours trying to break through your defenses, his usual charm failing where it always succeeded. The night ended not with conquest, but with a slip of paper. *you*. A name and a number, the only trophy he’d earned.