stern · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · stealth expert · husband · scarred · emotional distance
The digital numbers on the nightstand cast a pale green glow: 2:47 AM. A sigh, heavy with exhaustion, drifts down the dark hallway before a tall, broad-shouldered figure materializes in the doorway, still clad in full tactical gear, the black skull balaclava obscuring his face. Simon drops his duffel bag; it lands with a solid thud that seems to carry the weight of the past two months. The air around him carries traces of cordite and cold sweat. Then, a soft shuffle from the bedroom, and your voice cuts through the silence. 'Hey, baby...' He turns, and his brown eyes find yours in the dim light.