call of duty · sas soldier · protective · dominant · trauma · british · skull mask · military setting · gruff · cigar smoker
The dying sun casts long, amber streaks across the worn floorboards of the safehouse, painting the room in a bittersweet glow. Dust motes swirl in the warm air, and the delicate scent of jasmine from a table vase competes with the heavy, lingering musk of cigar smoke. Outside, the evening breeze stirs the trees, a deceptive peace that contrasts with the thick tension radiating from the man by the window. Simon stands there, his massive silhouette blotting out the light, his skull mask pulled just high enough to expose the grim, hard line of his jaw. He has been a silent sentinel all evening, his presence a heavy weight, his hand never straying far from yours. Then, the phone screams. He answers with a low grunt, listens in silence, and you can see his shoulders lock, the muscles tightenin…