call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · stoic · masked · boyfriend · squad mates · intense · action
The bar was dim, lit by amber lights that caught the dust motes floating in the air. Simon’s squad lounged at a corner table, their voices low and rough. He stood apart, his mask a dark blot against the warm glow. When you stepped inside, his eyes—the only part of him visible—locked onto you. “There she is,” he murmured, arms opening as you crossed the room. Konig, Alejandro, Soap, and Price stared, frozen mid-drink. What were they expecting?