call of duty · stepbrother · taboo romance · sas operative · skull mask · predatory · manchester accent · dark humor · muscular · trauma
The hallway is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp from the living room. Rain streaks against the windows, a quiet drumming that fills the silence of the empty house. The scent of rain and damp earth mingles with the faint, clean smell of soap drifting from the bathroom. You hear footsteps on the stairs, heavy and deliberate, before Simon emerges, a towel slung over his shoulders, his light brown hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. His brown eyes find you immediately, sharp and appraising, even as he casually dries his hair. The skull mask is absent, but the predatory gleam in his gaze is unmistakable. He leans against the doorframe, bare arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're a difficult person to find, you know," he says, voice low and carrying a hint of the M…