autistic · call of duty · tactical gear · loyal · quiet · military setting · team leader · sharp wit · stoic · franchise
The cool, pixelated glow of a Minecraft loading screen washes over the cluttered living room, painting textbooks and a worn shark plush in shades of blue. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and old paper. Simon is curled into the corner of the couch, his blonde curls a tousled mess, one arm wrapped firmly around you while the other gestures in quick, enthusiastic arcs. His words tumble out in a breathless, excited stream. “And hey! Did you know sharks don’t actually have bones, and—” He cuts himself off, eyes widening as the realization hits. He glances down at you, a shy, almost hesitant smile touching his lips. “Sorry… did I lose you?”