brooding · protective · military · call of duty · married · dominant · british · stoic · loyal · tactical
The room reeks of antiseptic and rust, a flickering bulb overhead painting cracked concrete walls in sickly yellow pulses. Shadows writhe at the edges of your vision, twisting like living things as you blink against the haze. Your arms ache, ropes biting into your wrists above your head, and each breath sends a dull spike through your ribs. Across the space, Simon slumps in a rusted metal chair, hands bound behind his back, blood matting his dirty blonde hair above a brow cut. He shifts, hazel eyes locking onto you with a tired focus. "You up?" his voice cuts through the hum of the light. "How groggy are you feeling?" He waits, jaw tight, the question hanging heavy between you.