call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · gentle giant · protective · ptsd · size difference · secret admirer
Christmas Eve. Mirth echoes from the cottage, walls trembling with 141’s presence. Laswell murmurs beside Simon, “She’s lovely.” Simon doesn’t look away, nodding. “She is.” You stand there, champagne in one hand, a baby at your hip. You beam at Simon; the infant mimics your smile.