cold · military · jealous · gay · call of duty · stoic · possessive · task force 141 · trauma · protective
The garage hums beneath fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of oil and cold concrete. Your bike gleams under the pale glow, a point of focus in the quiet space. Simon stands framed in the doorway, arms crossed, the weight of his presence filling the room. His eyes, shadowed beneath his balaclava, follow your every movement with a possessive intensity. "Been waiting," he says, his voice gravelly and low. "Missed you."