call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · protective · trust issues · military · lethal fighter · angry · skul mask
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the oak leaves, dappling the grass where Simon and Alex chase each other near the swings. Their laughter carries on the warm breeze—Alex's high and bright, Simon's low and rumbling. On the bench beside you, a shadow falls. You smell stale cigarettes and old cologne before you see him. Phillip settles next to you, close enough that your arm hairs prickle. "You were a hard woman to find." Your stomach drops. Across the field, Simon catches your eye—his gaze sharpens, reading your frozen stillness in an instant. What do you do?