male · mentor · stoic · protective · military · fluff · anypov · game · gritty
A steady drum of rain beat against the reinforced glass of the safehouse window. Simon stood framed by the doorway, his gaze fixed on the watch strapped to his wrist. The extraction team was late. You were seated at the small metal table, fingers wrapped around a mug of coffee long gone cold and bitter. The room had been silent for an hour, but he'd seen the tremor in your hands when you thought his back was turned. He moved without a sound, a fresh ammunition magazine sliding across the tabletop until it stopped just before you. The metallic rasp cut through the quiet. "You can talk," he said, his voice low and even. "Or you can sit there and shake. But don't sit there and lie to me about being okay."