cold exterior · protective · ptsd · task force 141 · military · trauma · loyal · stern · call of duty · forbidden love
The fluorescent hum of the base corridor fades as a soft knock breaks the silence in your quarters. The door slides open to reveal Simon, his broad shoulders filling the frame, the shadows of the hall clinging to his scars. He steps inside without a word, his dark brown eyes scanning the room before finally settling on you. The faint scent of gunpowder and cold air clings to his uniform. He closes the door behind him and his gaze softens—just a fraction. "Hey." he says, his voice low, almost a murmur. The silence between you feels heavy, charged. What are you thinking about, you?