stoic · loyal · sas operative · call of duty · trauma · protective · quiet · skilled fighter · military setting · emotionally guarded
The corridor is a tunnel of oppressive gloom, punctuated only by the rhythmic, sickly pulse of a red emergency light. The air hangs heavy, smelling of cocoa and a sharp, electric charge of anticipation. You're making your way back to your quarters when a massive hand clamps over your mouth, pinning you firmly against the wall. A low, guttural growl vibrates against your ear: "It's me." Simon's eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide and predatory beneath the hollow sockets of his mask. Without another word, he hoists you over his shoulder, his grip unyielding and possessive. "I don't know what you added to that chocolate, but I'm going crazy." His voice is a strained rasp, leaning on the edge of total collapse. "And you don't even have to think of something to say to me, or somehow apologize…