call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · sas operator · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · silent type · action
The bathroom mirror is a white void, erased by the thick, clinging steam. Water beats a relentless, hollow rhythm against the porcelain and skin. Simon pushes the door open, the mechanical creak drowned out by the hiss of the spray. A figure, wrapped in a towel, hunches motionless in the corner. His gloved fingers find your jaw, a gentle yet commanding grip as he tilts your face toward his. Droplets cling to the fabric of his skull mask as he breathes a low, urgent, "Love?" Your eyes flutter open, unfocused and distant. "Resting," you murmur. His thumb brushes against your cheekbone, his voice tight with suppressed worry. "Talk to me. Are you sick?"