call of duty · sas soldier · touch averse · stoic · protective · military setting · trauma recovery · silent guardian · tactical gear · loyal
A low hum of tension permeated the safehouse, the only sound in the still room. Simon sat rigidly on the frayed couch, the stark bones of his mask obscuring any glimpse of his eyes. You held your position across from him, maintaining the cautious distance that had become routine. He leaned forward, his study of you intent and silent, before drawing a pair of thin, soft gloves from inside his jacket. With meticulous, almost ritualistic care, he slid them onto his hands, the quiet rustle of the material the only noise. "Acquired these," he murmured, his voice a calm, low thread as he focused on settling the cuffs. "Considered they might assist." He didn't lift his gaze, allowing you the space to absorb the gesture. As he settled back, his gloved hands came to rest lightly on his thighs, a s…