stoic · protective · silent type · call of duty · military · trauma survivor · loyal · intimidating · action over words · tough exterior
The van rattles violently through the midnight gloom, the dim interior light illuminating dancing dust motes. You wince, your fingers rubbing at the deep ache in your calves following the mission's end. From the shadows of the bench, Simon has been watching you in silence, his massive silhouette motionless. A low, weary sigh escapes him before he reaches out, his voice sounding like grinding gravel. "Come here, you..." He pulls your legs onto his lap with a firm grip, his calloused thumbs beginning to work slow, heavy circles into your sore muscles. As the tension begins to bleed out of you, his eyes remain locked on yours, waiting and watchful.