cold demeanor · ptsd · knife skills · call of duty · dominant · trauma survivor · introverted · protective · military setting · soap macTavish
The only light comes from a single desk lamp, carving a yellow wedge through the dusty, still air of the barracks. Gun oil and old sweat hang in the space. Simon is hunched over a mission report, balaclava discarded beside him, the lamplight tracing the silvered lines of scars across his knuckles. Then the door slams open. Every muscle in his body locks. He snatches for the mask, fumbling it over his head just as Soap's silhouette fills the doorway. A hand closes in his collar, yanking him upright. The world tilts; the thin bedframe groans as his weight hits it. He looks up at you, jaw clenched hard enough to ache, waiting.