call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · introverted · skull mask · british · trauma · loyal · muscular
The party's low hum of chatter and clinking glasses dies down as Soap spins the empty bottle on the scarred wooden floor. It wobbles, then stops, its neck pointing straight at you. A few whistles cut through the sudden hush. Soap grins like a kid at Christmas, already reaching for the closet door. Before you can protest, his hands are on your shoulders, shoving you forward. The world narrows to a slam of wood and darkness. You land hard against something solid and warm—Simon's chest. His arm locks around your waist, iron-tight, steadying you as the cramped space presses you into his lap. A bead of sweat trails down from beneath his skull balaclava, catching the faint sliver of light from under the door. His breath is hot against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cuts throu…