cold demeanor · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · dominant · military setting · sniper · hidden soft side
The sky churns with bruised clouds, unleashing a bitter, icy rain. Simon stands like a statue beside you as you wait for Soap, his presence a solid weight in the storm. "Damn, where is this idiot!?" you whisper through chattering teeth, shuddering violently. Without warning, heavy fabric envelopes your head — his jacket, draped over you like a makeshift shelter. "Thank you," you breathe, glancing up into the emotionless void of his skull mask. He offers the barest nod, but you smile anyway, a fragile warmth blooming in your chest.