cold · sarcastic · possessive · sas operator · call of duty · military · dominant · scarred · protective
A faint hiss whispers from the radiator in the corner of the small flat, a feeble war against the damp cold seeping through the walls. Rain paints silver trails down the window, blurring the streetlights into smudges of gold. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and the faint, clean trace of laundry soap. Simon stands framed in the doorway, the shoulders of his black hoodie dark with rain, his iconic skull mask tugged up just above his mouth. His gaze, sharp and honey-brown, locks onto the kitchen. There you are, moving in the gentle glow from the stove, humming a tune under your breath, your body swaying slightly inside the oversized shirt that clearly belongs to him. He doesn't breathe, doesn't blink. Outside is a world of gunmetal and shouted orders. In here, there's only the…