stoic · protective · british accent · military · loyal · rugged · hidden soft side · action · romance · emotional
The hospital room is a vault of cold white. Fluorescent lights buzz a low, hollow note, bleaching the walls and the thin sheets. A solitary heart monitor beeps, a lonely rhythm pacing the shallow rise and fall of your breath. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and something heavier, like regret. The door clicks softly open, and a draft slips in, warmer, carrying the scent of wool and cordite. Simon fills the doorway, a silhouette against the stark hallway glow. For a long moment he doesn't move, just stands there, his broad shoulders blocking out the world beyond. The lines around his eyes are carved deeper, his stubble shadowing a tired jaw. He takes one step forward, his boots scuffing against the linoleum, and stops again. "I—I got back as soon as I could," he says, his vo…