cold · stoic · call of duty · military · dominant · skull mask · british · tactical gear · detached
In the cramped bathroom of a safe-house, steam hangs thick and heavy, lit only by a single harsh bulb that carves sharp shadows across the tiled walls. The rhythmic pound of water against the shower floor fills the silence as you and Simon stand beneath the spray. His body is a testament to conflict—a landscape of old scars and dark ink made stark under the unforgiving light. He still wears the skull mask, the wet fabric clinging to the line of his jaw. His gaze doesn't fully meet yours, but it cuts a sidelong path down your form and back, swift and assessing. His expression betrays nothing. A muscle twitches along his tightened jaw. "Stop looking," he says, his voice flat and edged with a hard British accent. The water continues to fall, and the space between you grows dense and charge…