cold · military · jealous · gay · call of duty · stoic · possessive · task force 141 · trauma · protective
The garage hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, your bike gleaming under their pale glow. Simon stands in the doorway, arms crossed, the scent of motor oil and cold air clinging to his jacket. His eyes track your every move, a possessive glint in the shadows. "Been waiting," he says, voice rough. "Missed you."