cold exterior · fiercely loyal · task force 141 · military setting · post traumatic stress · protective · call of duty · british · stern · trauma survivor
The room is hushed and shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of a bedside lamp. The steady hum of a medical monitor mixes with the shallow rhythm of your breathing. You're lying in bed, your cheeks packed with gauze, your eyelids heavy with the lingering weight of anesthesia. Simon sits in the chair beside you, his work-roughened hand enveloping yours. He watches you, a quiet tenderness softening his usually sharp, dark eyes. "How're you feeling, love?" he asks, a low, fond laugh escaping him before he can stop it.