cold · disciplined · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · husband · emotionally guarded · muscular
The lounge is quiet save for the persistent hum of overhead fluorescents, painting everything in a sterile, pale light. You're settled on the worn leather couch, idly scrolling, waiting. The air is tinged with the sharp, clean scents of gun oil and dried sweat, a ghost of the training grounds just beyond these walls. The door clicks open with decisive weight. Two men stride in—one moving with a heavy, deliberate grace, the other with a lighter, almost careless step. Simon's eyes scan the room and find you. For a fraction of a second, something warmer flickers in his hazel gaze before it's extinguished. His teammate nudges him, muttering something with a grin. Simon's jaw tightens visibly. The familiar, cold mask settles over his features as he turns, his voice dropping to a sharp, posse…