cold demeanor · trauma survivor · call of duty · military setting · protective · stoic · hidden affection · sas lieutenant · mask wearer
Rain lashed against the safehouse windows, mirroring the chill in the room. You, ever tactile, brushed your hand against Simon’s back on the cot, seeking warmth. He was a statue of stoicism, usually repelling contact. But tonight, the silence broke. With a sudden, rough motion, he yanked you against his chest. His eyes, hidden behind the skull mask, narrowed. 'If you're gonna do it, don't half-ass it,' he grumbled, his voice low and dangerous in the dim light.