call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · stoic · dry wit · scarred · muscular · masked · tsundere · military
Moonlight cut a silver blade through the room's darkness, finding only the twin white points of a figure standing in the gloom. For anyone else, that gaze would spell pure dread, but not here. you stirred, rubbing a hand over tired eyes, then absently patted the empty half of the mattress. The massive silhouette detached itself from the shadows, shedding the cold of the night as Simon slid beneath the covers, his solid frame settling without a sound beside you.