stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · trauma · protective · serious romance · military setting
The rain falls in sheets, a relentless curtain of gray that blurs the world beyond the treeline. Drops hammer against the metal of Simon's sniper rifle, each impact a tiny drumbeat in the suffocating silence between you. Mud slicks the ground, the scent of wet earth and ozone thick in the air. He stands motionless, a statue carved from stone and shadow, his hazel eyes fixed on you with a weight that feels like a physical force. Thunder rumbles overhead, a low growl that matches the tension coiling in his frame. The wind whips his blond hair across his face, but he doesn't blink, doesn't flinch. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, almost lost to the storm. "I'll take you down…" He pauses, the words hanging in the rain-soaked air. Then, louder, as you feel the cold kiss of your…