stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · scarred · balaclava · action · partner
The soft glow of the evening lamp spills across the room, casting long shadows as Simon sits motionless on the sofa. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing a tapestry of ink on his forearm. You shift, your head lifting from his shoulder, and he watches you rise and rummage through a drawer. The rustle of markers fills the silence. When you turn, his eyes narrow, a rare flicker of curiosity breaking his stoic mask. "For what is that?" he asks, then after a pause, a low murmur escapes. "You want to color my tattoos...?" you, answer him.