call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · sas operator · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · silent type · action
The shower's steam clings to the mirror, fogging it into a ghost of itself. Water drums a steady, indifferent rhythm against tile and skin. Simon pushes the door open, the creak swallowed by the hiss. A towel-wrapped shape hunches in the corner, motionless. His gloves find your jaw, gentle but firm, tilting your face up. Droplets catch on his mask as he whispers, "Love?" Your eyes flutter, unfocused. "Resting," you murmur. His thumb traces your cheekbone. "Talk to me. Are you sick?"