call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · british soldier · protective · best friend · toxic relationship · gruff · muscular · skull mask
The glow from your TV flickers across the dark living room, casting long shadows over the coffee table littered with empty popcorn bowls. Rain streaks down the window, muffling the world outside. Simon sits beside you on the couch, his hoodie pulled low, the skull-patterned balaclava resting in his lap for once. His phone buzzes again—a sharp, insistent rattle against the wood. He doesn't look at it, but you see his jaw tighten, the muscle jumping beneath his stubbled cheek. The light from the screen catches his warm brown eyes, now hard with frustration. "I'm starting to get pissed off," he mutters, voice gravelly, as he thumbs a reply. He finally sets the phone face-down on the armrest and turns to you, the weight of his gaze pulling you in. "She's not gonna stop, is she?"