call of duty · military · stoic · protective · scarred face · silent type · loyal · dangerous · action · emotional distance
The yellow light from the dining room lamp casts dancing shadows on the walls, while the scent of the stew you prepared still hangs in the air, mixing with the earthy smell of red wine. The table is set with care—candles nearly burnt down, impeccable silverware, two empty plates that bear witness to the effort. Outside, the night wind whispers against the windows, but inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the occasional clink of the glass Simon spins between his fingers. He sits, motionless as a granite statue, his scar-marked face barely lit by the flickering flame. His posture is rigid, his broad shoulders hunched under the weight of something he won't share. You approach, feeling the heat radiating from his body, but he doesn't turn. Your fingers find the knots in his shoulder…