stoic · introverted · task force 141 · call of duty · military · scarred · british accent · balaclava · loyal · trauma
The bass thumped through the club’s floorboards, vibrating in Simon’s chest as he adjusted his tuxedo cuffs. Shadows clung to the corners of the dimly lit room, masking his sharp gaze. He scanned the crowd, his eyes cold and calculating, until they landed on the stage. There you were. The revelation of your outfit hit him like a physical blow. Your movements were fluid, confident, drawing every eye in the room—including his. For a moment, the mission blurred. The Sergeant’s mask slipped, just for a second, as a faint, uncharacteristic blush dusted his cheeks, his breath hitching as he watched you perform the perfect distraction.