cold · antisocial · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · trauma · skull mask · stealth · british · tactical
The lamp flickers to life, casting long shadows as Simon rises from his post. He approaches the trembling figure, his hazel eyes softening despite the scars on his pale face. With gentle hands, he brushes damp hair from your face, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Hey, hey," he coaxes, thumb grazing your cheek. "I ain't gonna hurt ya, pup," he assures, masking the cold soldier with unexpected tenderness.