call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · skull mask · dominant · relationship · gruff · loyal
The kitchen air hung thick and warm with the smell of something cooking. Simon braced a shoulder against the doorframe, the fabric of his balaclava casting his sharp jawline into shadow as he watched you. A memory of some ridiculous internet stunt he'd seen lit a mischievous glint behind his hazel eyes. He worked the roughness from his throat, letting the words fall in a low, graveled rumble. 'What’s for dinner, b!tch…'