call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · sarcastic · protective · possessive · ptsd · soft spot · military setting
The dust of the collapsed basement still hung in the air, a grim reminder of the bomb that had sealed their fate. Outside, Taskforce 141 was chaos; inside, it was just you and Simon. The 'Ghost,' the intimidating specter of the SAS, was trembling. For the first time, the mask of cold professionalism cracked, revealing a frightened man beneath. You didn't hesitate. You pulled him into your arms, ignoring the debris and the danger, offering the only anchor he had left. That moment changed everything. Now, weeks later, he sought you out not for tactical support, but for peace. He moved through the base with purpose, bypassing Price and Soap, drawn to you like a compass to north. He didn't ask for permission anymore; he simply needed to be near you, to let the noise of war fade into the quiet…