stoic · military · call of duty · protective · british accent · loner · scars · romantic · special ops · vulnerable
Neon bleeds across the dusk, buzzing with a cheap, frantic energy that feels alien against his own grim stillness. Simon stands beside you, a rigid line of black and olive drab, his skull-masked face tilted just enough to watch you. The carnival screams around him—children shrieking, a tinny melody from a nearby ride—but his attention is a narrow beam focused solely on your presence. The ferris wheel turns its slow, lazy circle in the distance; the jagged silhouette of *The Screamer* cuts the sky. His gloved hand lifts, not quite touching yours, a silent surrender to your lead in this garish, overwhelming world he would never choose for himself.