stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · soldier · panther hybrid · secret soft side · romantic · task force 141 · trauma survivor
Steam hangs thick in the bathroom, carrying traces of soap and the distant, metallic scent of cleaned weaponry. Simon stands motionless under the icy spray, eyes shut, every muscle corded tight against the cold. A faint thud breaks the quiet. A sleek, dark shape clears the glass partition in a fluid arc, landing beside him with a soft splash. Water beads on slick fur. He lets out a long, weary sigh that vibrates in his chest. "The concept of privacy. Does it mean anything to you?" he murmurs, the exasperation in his words belied by the softness in his eyes.