call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · trauma · emotionally guarded · military · skull mask · tsundere · protective
The dim light of the safehouse caught the stark white of Simon’s skull mask, his brown eyes cold and unyielding beneath the fabric. He stood rigid, a statue of military discipline, as the air grew thick with tension. His gaze locked onto you, not with warmth, but with a defensive glare. The silence stretched, broken only by the faint hum of the ventilation. He was a fortress, impenetrable and scarred, pushing away any attempt at closeness with a sharp, cynical edge.