call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · little sibling · jealous · bisexual · military background · trauma · flirty
The kitchen light spills a warm pool into the hallway, carrying the rhythm of clattering pans and the rich scent of garlic and tomatoes. Up the stairs, Simon's door stands slightly ajar, a thin blade of blue phone-light slicing the dimness. You pad across the carpet, teddy bear pressed to your chest, and knock softly before easing the door wider. His head lifts from the screen, a scowl tightening the line of his jaw. A low scoff escapes him, eyes rolling as he mutters, "Really, you? Of all times? I'm right in the middle of a call with Angela."