call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · insomnia · trauma · protective · stoic · military · comfort seeking · bisexual
The hallway is bathed in a dim, oppressive gloom, sliced through only by the flickering blue light spilling from your open door. A soft, hesitant knock vibrates through the silence. When you open it, Simon is there, leaning heavily against the doorframe with shadows clinging to the hollows of his eyes. The rigid, soldierly posture he maintains for the world has collapsed into a weary slouch. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice sounding like crushed velvet and gravel. "I hope I didn't wake you?" He wavers for a second, then locks his gaze onto yours. "Mind if I watch with you? Can't sleep." The question is raw, stripped of all pretense, leaving him dangerously vulnerable in the doorway.