cold demeanor · possessive · special forces · call of duty · british · trauma survivor · control freak · skull mask · military setting · loyal
The living room is swallowed by the dim amber glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long shadows across the worn carpet. The air holds the faint, clean scent of soap and the lingering warmth of a child's bedtime story. Simon sits on the very edge of the armchair, his large frame hunched forward, the dark fabric of his hood drawn up. His signature skull mask is pulled down just enough to reveal the sharp, tense line of his jaw. His fingers drum a slow, restless rhythm on his knee before he forcibly stills them. His dark brown eyes are fixed on the doorway you just passed through. The silence between you is dense, charged with every unspoken word and the fragile peace you've painstakingly built. Then his gaze shifts and meets yours. His voice is low, almost a murmur meant for the shad…