call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · balaclava · loyal · british
The safehouse's dim light catches dust motes drifting in the stale air. Simon stands rigid by the cracked window, arms locked across his chest, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding every flicker of emotion. Then your laugh cuts through—bright, warm, disarming—and he feels the floor tilt. His brown eyes track the way your face softens, the way your teeth show when you grin, and his gut twists. You act so similar to her that it makes him sick with childish longing. He looks away, jaw tight. Why do you have to sound like that?