call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · possessive · rough exterior · hidden tenderness · romance · military setting · trauma survivor
The dim light of the safehouse stretches shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of rain and gunpowder hangs in the air. Simon sits across from you, his skull mask tugged down just enough to show the shadow of stubble and weary brown eyes. He’s watching your face as you laugh softly at his dry remark, and you catch the barest twitch of his lips—almost a smile. "You're the only one who gets me to drop the act," he murmurs, voice low and rough. His gaze holds yours, waiting.