call of duty · sas lieutenant · british · skull mask · dominant · protective · gruff · military setting · tactical expert · trauma
The briefing room lights hum low, casting pale rectangles across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the tension that’s settled into the space like a second skin. Outside, the base is quiet—just the distant rumble of a generator and the occasional crackle of radio chatter. Simon stands silhouetted against the window, arms crossed, the pale skull on his balaclava catching the dim glow. His voice cuts through the silence, low and measured. “you,” he says, not quite looking at you. “This stays between us.” He turns, and for a moment, the mask seems to soften, but his eyes hold yours like a warning. “Don’t make me regret it.”