call of duty · sas operator · gruff instructor · night terrors · protective · masked · british accent · combat training · vulnerable · pansexual
The barracks are plunged in a tired, yellow gloom, shadows stretching like ghosts across the stained concrete. A single bulb sputters, catching the sheen of sweat on Simon's temple as he jerks awake. The air is sour with cordite and old coffee grounds. His eyes fly open—wide, lost, animal—and seize on you with a desperate, haunted clarity. "What… what did I do?" he grates out, his hand already lifting, unsteady, reaching for you.