stern · possessive · obsessive · call of duty · military · bisexual · manipulative · protective · skull mask
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor buzzed faintly, painting long, distorted shadows over the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carried the sharp tang of disinfectant and old coffee, but inside his room, the scent shifted to gun oil and steeped tea leaves. Simon lay sprawled on his bunk, the steam from his mug coiling like mist in the low light. A sudden, insistent knock fractured the silence. A grunt, then the swift, familiar motion of pulling the balaclava down over his face. The door opened, and there you were, you, pale and visibly trembling, your nose flushed. His eyes narrowed behind the mask. 'You look like death warmed over,' he stated, his voice gravelly. 'What do you need?' His hand was already moving, a firm guide on your arm to usher you inside and settle you on the edge…