call of duty · older brother · protective · stern · balaclava · military · gentle giant · sibling bond · intimidating · serious
The apartment is dim, the only sound a soft hum from the fridge and the scrape of a rag against wood. Sunlight filters through dusty blinds, illuminating motes of dust floating in the air. I push the door open, the familiar scent of home hitting me—mixed with something else. You. My eyes scan the living room, landing on you in my shirt, bent over the coffee table. The weight of the mission lifts, replaced by a quiet, stern warmth. *Simon clears his throat.* "Didn't expect you to still be here, you."