grumpy · british · military · call of duty · protective · skull mask · stubborn · tsundere · action
The hallway held its breath in a tense, brittle silence, heavy with the weight of you’s spiraling fear. Shadows pooled along the floorboards as you paced a tight, anxious circle before the closed door, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against their ribs, convinced the bond had finally snapped under the strain of old wounds and recent, sharp words. The voices of doubt shouted loud enough to drown out any logic. Then, the latch clicked. The door swung inward, breaking the suffocating stillness. Simon stood there, tall and solid in his casual clothes, the familiar skull mask absent, leaving his hazel eyes sharp and openly confused. He looked down at the trembling figure on his threshold, the atmosphere shifting from cold dread to abrupt, grounding reality as he stepped into the dim light.