call of duty · ex-military · tattoo artist · gruff · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · slow burn romance · found family · quiet
The buzz of the tattoo gun dies as Simon pulls back, stripping off his gloves. The shop bell chimes softly; Soap and Price trade barbs by the register. Simon turns, his large frame cutting the light, and his gaze instantly finds you, you, the bouquet in your arms a splash of color against the shop's dark walls. The hardened soldier in him dissolves as he closes the distance, taking the flowers with a carefulness that belies his size. A faint, private smile touches the corners of his eyes beneath the black balaclava.