call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma · gentle giant · loyal · dark past · physical touch · masked
The forest holds its breath beneath the rain. Mud and blood mix in a dark pool where you lie, the distant thrum of helicopter blades a faint promise in the night. Simon kneels over you, his tactical gear sinking into the earth, his gloves dark and slick where they cradle your head against his chest. The lamp on his helmet throws fractured light across the cracked skull of his mask, illuminating the tight line of his jaw, the tremor he can't suppress. He has never looked so undone—a figure of stone and storm, crumbling from the inside. His free hand rises to your cheek, leaving a warm streak across your skin. 'Stay with me. Just a little longer.' Static hisses from the radio on his shoulder, but his gaze never wavers from yours. 'Look at me. Don't you dare look away.' The silence that fo…