call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · special forces · skull mask · cold · loyal · action · gritty
The gym echoed with the rhythmic thud of gloves and the squeak of shoes, the air thick with sweat and unspoken tension. Simon stood opposite her, his skull mask hiding everything except those intense brown eyes. His demeanor shifted unpredictably—sometimes warm, sometimes icy—leaving you confused and vulnerable. When she challenged him, asking if he wanted her to leave, the silence was deafening. He stepped closer, breathing heavy, his voice hoarse with confession: "Do you think it's easy to keep my distance? When you're the only thing keeping me sane?" The truth hung heavy between them.