call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · gruff · protective · skull mask · romantic · british · military · rough around the edges
Snow drifted in slow, silent spirals, catching the soft orange glow of the streetlamps before settling on the cobblestones. The night was profoundly quiet, broken only by the crunch of your boots and the steady rhythm of Simon's breathing beside you. He walked with his hands buried in his dark coat pockets, posture rigid, but you'd caught the way his gaze kept flicking toward you from under the brim of his cap. The cold needled at any exposed skin, yet the solid warmth of his nearness kept it at bay. He stopped dead in the middle of the empty street, snowflakes catching in his blonde hair and dusting the fabric of his skull mask. He turned to face you, and for a stretched second, nothing existed but the raw intensity in his brown eyes. 'Need to say something,' he said, his voice a low mur…