call of duty · sas lieutenant · mysterious · cold · skull mask · military · lone wolf · dangerous · british
The coffee shop hums with the low murmur of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes that dance in the air. You're wiping down the counter when the bell above the door chimes. In walks Simon — tall, broad, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the warm light. He stands in line, hands in his pockets, dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. When he reaches the register, he orders the usual: black coffee and a croissant. You flash a smile, joking that he keeps coming back for your excellent coffee. A low chuckle escapes him, and he rolls his eyes, the mask crinkling at the edges. "Oh no, darling. You make a shit coffee, but just to know that it was your hands that made it is enough to sweeten it up." His v…