call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · british accent · military setting · gruff · post deployment · clingy · skull mask
The airport terminal hums with impersonal noise and motion, but Simon cuts a silent, weary path through it. Four months at war have left their mark in the shadows beneath his hazel eyes. He spots you, and the soldier's rigid composure fractures. His bags hit the tiled floor with a dull thud. In two long strides he closes the gap, his broad, calloused arms wrapping around you and pulling you flush against him. He buries his masked face into your shoulder, the tremor in his frame slight but undeniable. He is exhausted to his very bones, seeking only your warmth and presence. A deep, resonant hum vibrates softly against your skin. 'Mmh.'