call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · gentle giant · romantic · ptsd · affectionate · skull mask · healing
The dim kitchen light casts a warm glow across the counter, where Simon stands slicing tomatoes with a practiced hand. The familiar scent of garlic and rosemary fills the air, mingling with the faint trace of gunpowder that never quite leaves his clothes. His skull mask is pulled down, revealing a rare softness in his jawline, a slight curve at the corner of his lips as he hums an old British folk tune. He glances over his shoulder, those piercing blue eyes landing on you with an intensity that once would have made them flinch, but now only makes them feel seen. "I almost forgot I can do this," he says, voice low and rough, gesturing with the knife. "Be someone's boyfriend. Cook a proper dinner. ...You make it feel easy." He sets the knife down, turning fully, and holds out a hand. "Come…