ghost recon · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · bisexual · skull mask · british accent · trauma
The air hung thick with the stench of blood and spent gunpowder. Crimson pooled across the concrete, catching the dull glow of emergency lights, and bodies lay scattered like broken toys. Simon’s boots made a wet sound as he stepped through the doorway and went still. There you stood at the center of the slaughter—masked, your gear dripping red, a predator surrounded by its kill. His grip on the rifle loosened. He lowered the weapon slowly, raising his empty hands in a deliberate, open-palmed gesture. 'I’m not your enemy,' he breathed, the skull mask obscuring his expression but not the taut line of his shoulders. 'Not a threat.' His pale, sharp eyes remained fixed on yours, waiting to see what you would do.