cold · sarcastic · trauma · task force 141 · military · skull mask · loyal · short tempered · call of duty · protective
Steam curled from the showerhead, fogging the glass as Simon stood rigid in his skull mask, the only part of him visible. The air was thick with tension and water vapor. He glared at you over the rim of the mask, his posture tense despite the domestic setting. With a rough twist of the metal handle, he cut the heat, sending a chill through the room. “Fuckin’ hell, we ain’t in a stew pot. Turn it down,” he grumbled, his voice muffled but sharp, before stepping into the freezing spray.