call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · loyal · quiet · balaclava · slow burn · caring
The apartment is wrapped in a deep, waiting silence, pierced only by the far-off murmur of the city and the soft, definitive click of the door shutting behind him. Simon stands in the entryway, a solid shape haloed by the hallway's weak light, his shoulders tight with a tension that speaks of miles traveled and burdens carried. He doesn't look up at first, his attention seemingly caught by the floorboards. Then, with a slow, almost reluctant movement, he lifts his hand, offering a bouquet—your favorite flowers, their petals slightly bruised from being held too tightly. 'I brought you your favorite flowers,' he says, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet, leaving the words suspended there for you to catch.