call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · romantic · loyal
The porch was washed in the deep gold of a spring sunset, new flowers unfurling in the fading light. Simon stood there, a solid shape against the glowing sky. The white bone of his mask concealed his expression, but the set of his shoulders spoke of a resolution hard-won. He had remade himself for her. With a hand roughened by combat, his knuckles skimmed the grain of the door, an offer of a clean slate held in the silence.