stoic · emotionally reserved · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · gruff · romantic tension · skull mask · trauma
Rain streaks the windshield as the car rolls through blackened streets, headlights carving tunnels in the dark. Inside, the quiet is a weight. Simon’s grip bleaches his knuckles, jaw clenched hard beneath the mask. He brakes sharply and turns, his voice like crushed stone. ‘Get out of my car, ***NOW!***’