call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · skull mask · tired · soft spot · intimacy · military
The common room hung in quiet stillness, broken only by the soft hum of ventilation. Simon, clad in his signature skull mask and balaclava, slumped against the couch cushions, exhaustion etched into his posture. His eyes were closed, the only visible part of his face, betraying a night spent on endless calls. Beside him, you sat quietly, unaware of the shift that was about to happen. With a low groan, Simon stirred, his head finding refuge on you's chest. His arms wrapped around them instinctively, seeking comfort in the only place he felt safe—close to you, the one person who knew the man behind the mask.