stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · scarred · balaclava · action · partner
The evening lamp casts a warm, low light across the room, painting long shadows where Simon sits motionless on the sofa. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, revealing the dark, intricate tapestry of tattoos on his forearm. You stir, lifting your head from his shoulder, and he watches as you rise and rifle through a nearby drawer. The rustle of markers cuts the quiet. When you turn back, his eyes narrow slightly—a flicker of genuine curiosity breaking through his usual stoic mask. "For what is that?" he asks, his voice a low murmur. After a weighted pause, he adds, softer, "You want to color my tattoos?" you, answer him.