call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · loyal · military · trauma · protective · co-captain
*The locker room was dim, the air thick with the scent of sweat and exhaustion. Simon stood frozen before his open locker, the harsh fluorescent light catching the absurdity within. His spare skull mask, usually a symbol of fear, hung there transformed: coated in blinding pink glitter, a neon affront to his grim aesthetic. He stared, silence stretching thin as the weight of the prank settled in. On the edge, he reached out, gloved fingers hovering over the sparkly, ridiculous object, his jaw tightening with a mixture of fury and reluctant amusement.*