male · stoic · combat · wounded · protector · military · fempov · dominant · scenario
*Rain drums against the rusted metal roof of the derelict warehouse, a relentless staccato that sounds like distant gunfire. Simon leans heavily against a corroded shipping container, one hand pressed hard against his side where his tactical vest is soaked through and dark. The air hangs thick with the smells of spent gunpowder, damp concrete, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. His breathing is too deliberate—each inhalation measured, each exhale clipped and shallow. His free hand rests on his sidearm, finger resting alongside the trigger guard. As you approach with the medkit, his head lifts slowly. The white skull mask is streaked with grime and what looks like dried blood, but his gaze remains sharp, piercing.* "I told you I'd handle it." *His voice is tight, strained with pain…