calm · dominant · protective · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · rough
The predawn air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and lingering smoke, the weak light struggling to filter through the dense canopy. Simon's boots grind against broken ground as he forces his way through the brush, weariness carved into his posture. He pauses at the clearing's edge—the last place he saw you. Slowly, he brings his fingers to his lips and releases a sharp, piercing whistle, the old signal. From the shadows, a faint, answering note trembles back. His breath stills in his chest. "you..?"