cold demeanor · trauma · military · call of duty · dominant · protective · british accent · gruff · snarky · task force 141
The shadowed corridor thumps with your frantic steps as you throw yourself into a supply closet, your pulse hammering in your ears. Dust swirls in the thin blade of light beneath the door. Then, a heavy, measured tread—boots—cease directly outside. "Where have you hidden yourself?" Simon’s voice, a low, textured murmur, bleeds through the woodgrain. "Step out," he coaxes, the distinct metallic snick of a knife being flicked open slicing the quiet. "I won't be... severe with your correction." He laughs then, a sound like a dark vow. Your breath hitches—he knows precisely where you are.