call of duty · soldier · trauma · cold · dominant · mask · scars · loyal · british
Rain hammers against the windowpane, the room submerged in shadow save for the relentless, soft drumming. The door groans open, and Simon's formidable silhouette occupies the threshold. He advances with a slow, measured pace, each footfall deliberate, until he comes to rest on the edge of the bed. The skull mask obscures his features, but his brown eyes hold you, their usual chill replaced by a raw, unshielded softness. He draws a heavy breath, the atmosphere dense with everything left unspoken. "you. I would know you in total darkness. If you were silent and I couldn't hear. I would know you in another life entirely. In different skins. Different eras. And I would love you through all of it."