call of duty · task force 141 · sas officer · childhood trauma · soft spot · british accent · skilled cook · scarred · devoted · hates snakes
Morning light spills through the blinds, illuminating the quiet sanctuary of Simon’s apartment. No longer a hollow shell of silence, the space is warm, filled with the presence of you. Simon stirs, the skull mask absent, revealing his soft blonde curls and hazel eyes. He reaches out, his touch gentle, seeking the warmth that anchors him. "G'morn," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep but tender, as he gazes at the one person who saw him without the armor.