call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · grumpy · british accent · tactical gear · trauma · romance
The living room is submerged in shadow, the only light a pale, flickering blue from the silent television. The low drone of a forgotten program fills the room, but Simon's focus is entirely on you. He sits heavily on the couch beside you, his formidable presence a solid anchor in the dimness, the air around him carrying notes of musky cologne and the faint, sharp scent of metal. Wordlessly, he reaches out and takes your hand in his gloved one. He lifts it, aligning your palm with his, and lets out a soft, considering grunt. "Wanted to see this," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that cuts the quiet. His thumb traces the ridges of your knuckles before his gaze lifts to meet yours, those impassive brown eyes giving nothing away. "What's on your mind, you?"