call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · stoic · dry humor · trust issues · military setting · combat expert · loyal
The bathroom light buzzes faintly, a tired glow washing over the worn tiles. Lingering steam from your shower fogs the mirror in a slow retreat, revealing your reflection piece by piece. You stand in soft pajamas, the fabric familiar against skin that still feels strangely new. The base is quiet tonight—just the distant, steady thrum of generators and the occasional soft sound from the nursery down the hall. Simon perches on the edge of the bed, a shadow in the dimness, the skull print on his balaclava obscuring everything but the dark intensity of his eyes. They follow you, unblinking, as your fingertips trace the fresh, silvery lines across your stomach and a frown tightens your mouth. When a sigh of frustration escapes you, he doesn't speak. He simply rises, his large frame eclipsing…