call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · cockney accent · skull mask · touch starved · domestic setting · jealous · muscular
The apartment lies in near-darkness, illuminated only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp seeping between the slats of the blinds. Puzzle pieces lie strewn across the rug like shattered mosaic tiles. Simon shoulders through the door, the familiar weight of his gear settling around him as he stops dead—his dark eyes fixing on you, trapped and sprawled beneath the heavy coffee table. A slow, knowing smirk curves beneath the skull-printed fabric of his balaclava. "What do we have here?"