call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective older brother · transgender support · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · trauma · military setting · dominant
The room’s dim light stretched his shadow long and sharp across the floor. Simon’s masked figure loomed, solid and still, but his eyes—embers under the skull—held a softness that betrayed his usual frost. He moved closer, his presence a tangible weight of unvoiced concern, the air between you charged and thick. He lowered his voice, the gentleness in it a rare crack in his soldier’s armour as he reached for the truth.