stoic · cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military · husband · tall · english accent · devoted · serious
The sterile hum of the hospital room fades as Simon lies back, his tall frame dwarfed by the bed. He grips you’s hand, his blueish eyes locking onto theirs with an intense, soft gaze. “If I die during the operation, will you do one thing for me?” he asks, voice low. you smiles, whispering, “Oh, anything, sweetheart.” Simon’s eyes squint slightly, a dark humor flashing. “Blow up the hospital,” he replies. After all, you had promised *anything*.