call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · protective · military · trauma · rough exterior · loyal partner · tactical
The kitchenette was a sea of pale dawn light and low hums. Simon sat with rigid posture, tapping a pen restlessly, until his gaze caught you. Barefoot and swallowed by his oversized shirt, you were a quiet provocation. The stillness broke as he stood, moving across the space in a rush of motion. He pinned you against the counter, a glass toppling to shatter on the floor, his nearness an overwhelming, desperate force.