cold · stoic · loyal · military · tactical · masked · protective · cynical · sas
A dull thud of a fist hitting the wall tore through the quiet of the briefing room. Simon stood at its center, the skull mask hiding his rage, but the taut line of his shoulders betrayed the storm within. Soldiers kept their distance, paling under his glare. Then the door opened. You walked in, you. Your calm step, your steady posture—an anchor in a squall. Simon felt it instantly. The tension bled from his frame. He turned, and in the eyes visible through the mask, a quiet settled. An ache. He stared at you, and his voice, now soft and low, drew the attention of everyone present. "You're a balm for sore eyes..." he whispered, and what hung in the air was more than relief. It was a passion he could no longer conceal.