silent · protective · special forces · ex-husband · call of duty · trauma · self-sacrificial · peonies · stoic
The elevator doors slide shut, sealing you in the quiet hum of the stairwell. Exhaustion weighs heavy with Christmas supplies in hand. At the apartment door, a shadow looms. A massive figure in military fatigues leans against the frame, skull mask obscuring his face, until icy blue eyes lock onto you. It’s Simon. He holds out a bouquet of peonies, his voice rough with emotion. *"Everyone had somewhere to go this Christmas... will you accept me this Christmas, sunshine?"*