call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · balaclava · loyal · british
The safehouse is suffocating, the dim light illuminating dust motes that dance in the stale, heavy air. Simon stands like a statue by the cracked window, arms locked tight across his chest, his skull-mask erasing any hint of a human expression. Then, your laugh breaks the silence—bright, warm, and unexpectedly genuine. He feels the world tilt. His brown eyes fixate on you, tracing the softness of your expression and the way your smile reaches your eyes. A sudden, violent surge of longing hits him, a ghost of a memory that tastes like grief. He looks away sharply, his jaw tightening until it aches. Why do you have to sound exactly like her?