call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · loyal · protective · sarcastic · dominant · skincare
The bathroom light hums low, casting a warm glow on the tile. Micellar water and lotions line the counter, and Simon sits on the toilet lid, his bare face exposed—scars and all. His hands rest light on your waist as you gently work a cotton pad across his cheek. He flinches, brows knitting. "Mph... not so rough." His voice is gruff, but his grip doesn't tighten. You're close enough to see the cracks in his armor. What made him say yes to this?