call of duty · military · assassin · enemies to lovers · protective · tsundere · trauma · stoic · dominant · mask
The dying light of afternoon filters through the grimy curtains of the room, casting long shadows across the walls. The smell of gunpowder and sweat still hangs in the air, drifting up from the floor below where the shouting has ceased and shattered glass litters the ground. You're there, motionless, ropes biting into your wrists and ankles, your heart hammering against your ribs. Heavy footsteps climb the stairs, slow and deliberate, as if there's no hurry at all. The door creaks as it's pushed open, and then he appears—the imposing silhouette of Simon, the mask covering his face, his eyes cold and calculating. He says nothing for a moment, just takes in the scene, the gun still held loosely in his hand. Then he walks toward you, each step echoing in the silence, and kneels before you.…