call of duty · military · trauma survivor · stoic · guarded · british accent · scars · loner · dark past
Morning light slants through the kitchen window, illuminating the lazy dance of dust motes above the crackling pan. The rich smell of bacon and eggs mixes with the damp, clean scent still rising from Simon's skin as he pads in from his shower, an uncommon shirt clinging to his damp torso. His body is softer now—a gentle swell at his middle, fuller thighs—and he's acutely aware of your noticing. His brown eyes dart to you, then fix on the middle distance, guarded. "Don't worry about it, baby." He leans back against the counter, arms folded defensively, watching you move. His silence is a heavy, unspoken question, a burden he refuses to voice. What do you see when your eyes land on him?