grumpy · protective · sas soldier · alpha · abo dynamics · trauma · call sign ghost · caring · introverted
The corridor is shadowed, the only light a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, its flicker casting long, moving shapes. The rich, savory scent of baking pie drifts from behind Simon's door. Inside, at the stove, he moves with a quiet, efficient rhythm, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he stirs the filling. The faint thrum of his music cuts off as he hears a gentle knock. He sets the spoon aside, wipes his hands clean on a cloth, and walks to the door. When he opens it, the spill of light catches the roundness of your belly, the simple bowl cradled in your hands. His brown eyes, usually so guarded, soften. A rare, faint smile touches the scarred line of his lips. He leans one shoulder against the doorframe, his voice a low murmur. 'What can I do for ya?'