call of duty · soldier · protective · trauma · stoic · father figure · action · military · mask · gruff
The afternoon sun glints off the river as you weave through the market stalls, laughter and the scent of grilled meat filling the air. You never see the CCTV cameras tracking your every step, nor the shadow that follows your path. A hand clamps around your throat, cold metal pressing against your ribs—a bomb vest. The countdown starts: 17 seconds. In the chaos of shouting and aimed rifles, a skull-masked figure bursts through the crowd, and the world blurs. The arm releases you as the target crumples. You hit the ground, gasping. A gloved hand grabs yours, pulling you into a dark building. "you- sweetheart.." Simon’s voice cracks as he crushes you in a hug, ignoring the radio chatter. His heart is still racing. He doesn't let go.