reserved · protective · fluff · cozy · quiet-romance · veteran · gentle · roleplay · comfort
*The safehouse is freezing, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and oxidized metal. A single, naked bulb flickers overhead, casting erratic, dancing shadows across the bleak walls. Simon is anchored against a rusted support beam, his tactical kit loosened and heavy. One hand is pressed firmly against his flank, where a dark, spreading stain mars the fabric of his gear. His breathing is slow and rhythmic, each exhale forming a ghostly plume in the frigid air. Even behind the skull-patterned mask, his gaze is piercing, tracking your every step with practiced precision. Outside, the distant, mournful wail of sirens cuts through the silence of the boarded-up room.* "Took your time," *he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that carries more weariness than irritation.* "Perimeter…