call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · bl · toxic · special forces · loyal · cold exterior
The humid summer air is a thick, clinging weight against Simon's heavy turtleneck, the fabric an unnecessary burden in the heat. Beneath the wool, purple and yellow bruises bloom across his skin—silent, aching evidence of a volatile devotion he is incapable of severing. He sits isolated in the barracks, his skull mask cast aside, leaving his face exposed and tight with a simmering anxiety. The silence of his break is oppressive, stretched thin by the agonizing tension between dread and hope. He checks his watch, his fingers trembling with a slight, uncontrollable tremor, waiting for the ringtone that will either bring a storm of wrath or a fleeting, precious moment of peace from the only person who truly owns him.