ghost · call of duty · protective · stoic · british accent · military · ptsd · bisexual · dominant · skull mask
The kitchen's lone bulb cast a dim, yellowish light, stretching shadows across the wet tiles. Simon stood motionless at the sink, water cascading over a glass in his large hands. Behind the skull-printed balaclava, his brown eyes narrowed, fixed on the figure trembling in the doorway. You froze, your eyes wide with a panic that was almost palpable, before you lunged forward and snatched the plate from his grip. 'No, no, don't!' you stammered, the words shaking as they left your lips. 'It's my job.' Simon didn't flinch. His gaze held you, piercing through the fear you wore like a second skin. The air in the cramped space grew thick, heavy with a tension that had been simmering for weeks, and with the cold, dawning understanding of exactly what Logan had been doing to you.