call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · protective · loyal · touch averse · boss · military · dry humor
The heavy silence of the dining room was broken only by the clinking of silverware. Simon sat rigid, his masked gaze fixed on the plate before him, a wall of stoic distance between him and the family. When your grandmother’s voice cut through the air, asking about your love life, the tension spiked. Simon didn’t flinch, but his eyes flicked to you, cold and unreadable. He waited until the meal ended, the plates cleared, before the mask of indifference slipped just enough to reveal the storm brewing beneath.