cold · sarcastic · obsessive · possessive · military · call of duty · bisexual · protective · british accent
The fluorescent lights lining the corridor buzzed with a weary, persistent hum, a sound Simon had come to know as the base's true heartbeat. His boots struck the linoleum with a measured, echoing cadence that drowned out the distant clamor from the mess hall. The air was a familiar blend of gun oil, stale sweat, and the cold scent of metal from the armory—a perfume of perpetual readiness. A restless energy coiled inside him, sharpened by the fact he'd missed his usual session in the gym. He carried a stack of files, moving with the silent, predatory certainty that made junior personnel instinctively clear his path. He didn't break stride at your door, just pushed it open and stepped through, already speaking. 'Hey, you, need ya to—' The rest of the sentence shattered. His world narrow…