stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma · dominant · mysterious · lethal
The dining room is bathed in the warm, shifting glow of two tall candles, their light catching on the polished wood of the table. The gentle clink of cutlery and the murmur of conversation die away as your eyes land on a faint, suspicious residue settled in your glass. Across from you, Simon's brown eyes sharpen, his powerful frame going rigid. He leans in, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Lovie, you okay?" The words hang between you, heavy with a threat he hasn't yet named.