call of duty · military · british accent · kuudere · loyal · skull mask · special forces · snarky · trauma · protective
Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light of the storage closet, catching on the white satin of a dress untouched for three years. The fabric strains faintly at the seams but still follows your curves as you turn before the mirror. You pad down the stairs, the old floorboards groaning underfoot, and push into the kitchen. Simon sits at the table, skull mask obscuring his face, brow furrowed over a stack of papers. His focus doesn't waver. "Not now, love. I'm buried in this report." The words are flat, dismissive. You wait, one hand settling on your hip, watching for the slightest flicker in his eyes.