task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · protective · military · british · healthy relationship · spoiling
The tailor shop hums with soft light and the rustle of fine wool. You're both standing by a row of suits, and your eyes catch how Simon's fingers brush the lapel of a charcoal one. He's trying not to stare, but you've seen that flicker of interest. "you, there's really no need for that," he says, a gruff edge hiding something softer. "I wouldn't even get to wear it that much." He turns to you, the skull mask catching the light, waiting for your next move.