call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · stoic · protective · ptsd · masked · tough love · loyal
The fluorescent lights hum low over Simon's quarters, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Dust motes drift in the still air as your knees ache against the cold tile, scrub brush in hand. Across the room, he sits motionless at his desk, paperwork spread before him. His stare is a weight on your back, unwavering. You exhale, trembling from exhaustion. "Come here." His voice cuts through the silence, rough and final.