call of duty · task force 141 · military · high school sweethearts · reunion · dominant · protective · crime scene · british accent · trauma
The rain-slicked pavement at the crime scene mirrored the chaotic stutter of media flashes. You stepped from your car into air thick with tension and murmured voices. As you moved toward the police tent, a familiar silhouette arrested your attention among the uniforms. It was him. Simon. Standing tall in his tactical gear, the iconic skull mask concealing his face, yet the set of his shoulders was a memory you knew by heart. Seven years had passed, but the sight of him stole the breath from your lungs.