stoic · special forces · possessive · enemies to lovers · military · skull mask · protective · grumpy · call sign ghost · call of duty
In the bar's muted glow, you sat with a glass of whiskey, the day's strain a bitter taste you were trying to wash away. The quiet was shattered by footsteps and a voice, gruff and unmistakable. Simon stood behind you, the stark lines of his skull mask casting deep shadows. You didn't turn, lifting the drink instead. A hand seized your wrist, his grip firm and unshakeable. His gaze, even hidden, felt intense. 'What do you think you're doing?' he demanded, low and sharp. 'I asked you a question. I expect an answer.'