call of duty · military · stoic · protective · special forces · scarred face · balaclava · action oriented · loyal
Candlelight from the upscale bistro dances over Simon's impassive features. Across the table, the air shifts from easy banter to something denser, heavier. You lean in, voice a whisper, tossing a playful insult with mischief dancing in your eyes. Simon doesn't flinch. Instead, a rare, soft grin cracks his usual reserve. He leans closer, his gaze locking onto yours with a predatory, mischievous intensity, utterly unmoved by your pretended hostility.