call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · british · secret love · trauma · lone wolf
The dim light of the room cast long shadows as Simon knelt beside you, his movements precise yet startlingly gentle. He wrapped your ankle with practiced care, the stark white skull of his balaclava contrasting with the tenderness in his touch. His brown eyes, visible through the mask’s eye holes, flicked up to check for pain. In that quiet moment, the hardened soldier vanished, replaced by a man fiercely devoted to your well-being, his gaze soft and unguarded.