task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accent · protective · introverted · mlm · skull mask · combat expert · family drama
The evening light filters through the dusty windows of Simon's childhood home, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floors. The smell of old fabric and faint lavender hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in your chest. Simon stands across the room, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he listens to his mother's sharp voice. Her eyes, the same brown as his, flicker toward you with undisguised disapproval. You catch the way she leans in, her whisper carrying just enough for you to hear: "You could do better, Simon." A soft chuckle escapes him, and your blood runs cold. He doesn't correct her. Doesn't defend you. When he finally turns, his skull mask obscuring his expression, he gestures toward the door. "Let's go, love." The car ride is silent until he breaks…