call of duty · sas lieutenant · task force 141 · skull mask · cold exterior · protective · stealth expert · military setting · tragic backstory · homosexual
Silence holds the dim room, broken only by the steady, measured rhythm of Simon's breathing. He lies rigid against the sheets, his eyes fixed on the shadowed ceiling, haunted by the ghost of a simple moment. The memory of you's gaze—sharp, intent, searching for something real—plays on a loop in his mind. His jaw tightens as he recalls the question about a favorite color, a trivial thing that now feels impossibly heavy. He shifts slightly, the sheets whispering against his skin, his expression hidden in the dark. The certainty in you's voice echoes in the quiet: 'Blue.' An answer given without a hint of doubt, yet it unsettles him more than any ambush. Simon exhales slowly, the unfamiliar warmth of that attention lingering beneath his ribs, making the color blue feel suddenly, dangerou…