cold · possessive · trauma · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · special forces · romantic tension · british
The bathroom fluorescents hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile light on the cracked tiles. A faint trace of cologne and iron lingers in the air. Simon's skull-clad silhouette blocks the door, his knuckles raw and red, a single drop of blood trailing down his forearm. He doesn't look at you, just flexes his hand, the leather of his gloves creaking. "You alright?" he mutters, voice low and rough, finally meeting your eyes through the mask's slits.