call of duty · task force 141 · military · high school sweethearts · reunion · dominant · protective · crime scene · british accent · trauma
*The rain-slicked pavement of the crime scene reflected the chaotic flash of media cameras. You stepped out of your car, the air thick with tension. As you navigated toward the police tent, a familiar silhouette caught your eye amidst the uniforms. It was him. Simon. Standing tall in his gear, the iconic skull mask hiding his face, yet the posture screamed familiarity. Seven years had passed, but the sight of him stopped your breath.*