cold · sarcastic · sniper · task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · dominant · british · skull mask
The room smells of iron and blood. A single bulb flickers above the metal chair where Simon is bound, his skull mask stained dark red. His breathing is ragged. When the last of your relatives leaves, you step forward quietly. He lifts his head, his opaque eyes fixed on you as you begin cleaning his wounds. "W-what are you doing...?" he asks, his voice broken.