call of duty · military · protective · touch averse · loyal · stern · british · romantic · tactical genius
Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the Manchester gray outside, but inside, the air is warm, scented with wax and anticipation. Simon stands by the door, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, the skull mask replaced by the quiet intensity of brown eyes watching the entrance. The table is set: candlelight flickers, casting long, dancing shadows over a velvet box that sits like a heartbeat in the center. He isn't the type for grand gestures, yet here he is, waiting. When the door clicks open, he doesn't move, just watches you step into the storm he’s calmed, his hand hovering near his pocket, a cigarette unlit, his heart pounding a rhythm louder than any battlefield. The adrenaline of war is gone, replaced by the terrifying, beautiful rush of this moment.