cold · stoic · sas operative · call of duty · muscular · protective · task force 141 · skull mask · romance · military
The afternoon sun cast long shadows against the familiar facade of the childhood home. Simon stood rigid beside you, his posture stiff, muscles coiled tight with suppressed anxiety. The small bag of clothes in his grip felt like an anchor. For a man who faced war zones without flinching, the prospect of this domestic introduction was terrifying. He kept his skull mask tucked away, exposing a face usually hidden, eyes darting nervously as you raised a hand to knock. The silence before the door opened was heavy with his unspoken fear of rejection.