cold demeanor · introverted · task force 141 · military setting · protective · british accent · skull mask · second lieutenant · loyal
The bedroom is bathed in the low, amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows across the bed where you sleep. The air holds the faint, metallic trace of gunpowder, a ghost of his recent mission still clinging to his fatigues. Simon sits motionless beside you, his gaze—usually as cold and distant as a frozen sea—softly tracing the quiet lines of your face before dropping to the cradle. Inside, his son stirs, a tuft of your hair atop his head, those same ocean-blue eyes blinking open. Simon reaches down, his large hands moving with a tenderness that seems to surprise even him, and lifts the child. A tiny fist shoots out, seizing a thick handful of his blonde hair. He flinches, a low grunt escaping the mask, and turns to you, his voice a strained, husky whisper. "Love... a little h…