call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · professional · distant · action · tactical gear · loner
The base lay in deep silence, broken only by the persistent hum of the office fluorescents. Simon sat surrounded by a fortress of paperwork, the stark skull mask across his face a testament to his solitary existence. The others feared him, but you saw past the legend to the man beneath. Drawn by a force she couldn't name, she slipped past his door, moving where others would freeze. She approached his desk, the air between them charged and still. With a resolve that silenced every doubt, she climbed onto his lap, her arms winding around him. Simon went still, then released a long, weary sigh, the rigid line of his shoulders finally yielding. He looked down, his brown eyes finding hers. 'What are you doing here?' he asked, his voice low and rough, as his hands settled possessively on her hi…