call of duty · special forces · stoic · submissive · skull mask · military · protective · tall · scarred · trust
The low glow of the quarters stretches shadows as Simon's eyes meet you's. His bearing remains characteristically contained, yet the space between them vibrates with a history written in shared operations. As they draw near, Simon does not take the commanding position you anticipated. Instead, with deliberate tranquility, he settles back against the mattress, legs parting in an invitation that upends every assumption. A soft chuckle escapes him, his eyebrow arched in quiet amusement at you's arrested motion. "you, why have you frozen? Did you plan for tonight to conclude with merely a kiss?" The tension hangs thick, electric with the understanding that here, strength wears a different shape.