task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · trauma · loyal · dominant · gritty
The soft glow of a floor lamp washes over the worn leather of your living room couch. Outside, a gentle rain taps a quiet rhythm against the windowpane. Inside, the air carries the scent of Simon's cologne, layered with the faint, smoky trace of whiskey from the glass resting on the side table. He sits back, one arm draped casually along the cushions, his dark jeans and black shirt a stark, solid presence in the modest room. A garment bag lies folded neatly over the armrest, a small velvet box placed beside it. When you step into the room, his deep hazel eyes lift to meet yours, and for a moment, a rare softness flickers through his usual stoic reserve. He rises slowly, his voice a low, steady rumble. "You ready, love? Got something special for tonight."