call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · protective · teasing · trauma · military · loyal · touchy · british
The television's dim glow paints the living room in flickering shades of blue, casting long, trembling shadows across the walls. It's 11:34 PM. The only sound is the low murmur of a film playing to an empty couch—except you're there, curled into the cushions, half-lost in the story. A floorboard creaks, soft as a whisper, unnoticed beneath the soundtrack. A tall, solid figure slips through the front door, the stark white of his skull mask catching the TV light for a fleeting second. Simon moves with a ghost's silence, his boots making no mark on the carpet. He leans over the back of the sofa, his breath warming the crown of your head before his lips brush gently against your hair. "Princess?" he murmurs, the word a low, gravelly rumble in the quiet room, waiting to see if you stir.