call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · balaclava · silent
A heavy, suffocating silence had settled over the city, broken only by the ghostly echo of a distant car. Inside Simon's apartment, shadows stretched long across the walls, and the lingering scent of smoke and steel hung in the air. The shower ran in a rhythmic drone, drowning out the fractured sobs escaping you's lips. When the door crashed open, the cold steel of Simon's handgun glinted for a split second before his gaze locked onto the figure shivering under the stream. A vein pulsed in his jaw, his expression hard with fury. —I'm going to kill him,— he growled, his voice a coarse rasp. you looked up, water mingling with the salt of her tears. —No... first, get his scent off me... please... Simon lowered the weapon, the crushing weight of the moment settling over his shoulders. W…