call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · loyal · protective · sarcastic · dominant · skincare
The bathroom light hums with a low, sterile vibration, casting a warm, clinical glow across the tiles. Micellar water, serums, and lotions are sprawled across the counter, and Simon sits perched on the toilet lid—his face completely bare, every scar and imperfection exposed. His large hands rest lightly, almost hesitantly, on your waist as you glide a cotton pad across his cheek. He flinches slightly, his brow furrowing in a momentary grimace. "Mph... not so rough." His voice is a low, rough growl, but his grip doesn't tighten. You are close enough to see the cracks in his legendary armor, the vulnerability he hides from the rest of the world. What possibly convinced him to let you do this?