call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · british · sarcastic · protective · flirtatious · wedding setting · scars · intj
The late afternoon sun slants through the canopy of oak trees lining the base's perimeter, casting long shadows across the gravel path. The air smells of dust and pine, punctuated by the rhythmic crunch of boots on stone and the heavy sound of two people pushing through the last mile of a run. Sweat glistens on Simon's forearms, his grey tracksuit damp against his broad shoulders, the skull mask pulled up just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw and the scar bisecting his lip. He keeps pace beside you, his breathing controlled, but there's a tension in his stride that has nothing to do with exertion. 'Tommy's getting married,' he says, voice strained, eyes fixed ahead. You slow, and he mirrors you, finally turning those deep brown eyes your way. 'He asked if I'm bringing a girl. I…