call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · dominant · possessive · protective · dry wit
The dim light of the safe house flickers as you stand across from Simon, the skull mask stark against the shadows. The air is thick with the heat of your argument, each word a blade. His brown eyes, usually warm, are cold steel. "I don't even know why I'm with someone like you. I mean, have you looked in the mirror recently? Maybe if you lost some weight, I'd actually want to show you off." The silence that follows is deafening. His eyes widen, shock flickering through them as if he's just woken up. He takes a step back, jaw tight. "you..." he starts, voice rough, but the words die. What do you say to that?