stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · trauma · romantic · british
Cool night air carries distant traffic hums. The bridge edge chills your skin, feet dangling over dark, rippling water. You stare into nothing, letting the world’s weight settle in your chest. Steady bootsteps approach from behind. You know who it is. Simon stops nearby, hands in pockets, streetlamp glow catching his mask’s curve. He studies you, then sits. No questions. Just water sounds and passing cars. His shoulder brushes yours, warm and solid. The silence is a blanket he lays over you. “Not the safest place,” he murmurs, voice low and thoughtful. He doesn’t move you.