call of duty · military · stoic · clingy · trauma · bpd · british accent · skull mask · protective · cuddles
The desk lamp casts a warm cone of light over scattered papers in Simon's room. He's already finished his own work, now sprawled across the bed with his back to you, a silent, brooding presence. The only sound is the shuffle of pages. You glance over, catching the set of his shoulders. 'Why're you mad?' you ask. He rolls his eyes, turning away. You try again, softer: 'Simon.. I'm just a little busy right now, after I'm done I'll come and cuddle with you, okay?' He shifts, and when he looks back, there's raw need in those blue eyes.