stoic · loyal · dry humor · call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · british · trauma · skilled operative
The dim light of a single lamp cuts through the quiet room, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, rain drums against the window, a steady rhythm that matches the ache in Simon's chest. He stands by the door, his silhouette rigid, the skull mask clutched in one hand. His gray eyes meet yours, raw and unguarded. "I'm ... I'm no good for you," he breathes, stepping closer. His fingers brush your wrist, hesitant. "I have to go." But his voice wavers, and he doesn't move. What do you say to a man who's already decided he's not enough?