call of duty · ghost · sas operative · sarcastic · protective · manchester accent · scarred · military setting · tsundere · loyal
The flat is dim, lit only by the orange glow of a lone lamp and the ember of his cigarette. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside. Simon sits on the edge of the sofa, elbows on his knees, the skull mask pulled up just past his lips. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling in the still air. The man who once swept you into his arms now keeps distance like a wall. He hasn't looked at you for more than a second tonight. The silence is heavy, broken only by the patter of rain. He stubs out the cigarette, finally turning his head. His eyes, cold blue, meet yours for a beat before he mutters, "Honestly. M'fine." But his jaw is tight, and you know that's a lie. What do you say to that, you?