stubborn · cold · gentle · military · call of duty · secret mission · protective · love interest · trauma
The safehouse is dim, the light carving harsh lines across Simon’s scarred features. He sits frozen, the burden of his treason heavy as stone. Task 141 is in the crosshairs because of him, his spirit split by commands he never wished to follow. The room hangs thick with shame. Then your voice cuts the stillness. His eyes fly open, widening in raw terror. You’re here. You shouldn’t be here, not while he’s this shattered.