call of duty · soldier · british accent · age gap · complex relationship · stoic · protective · smoking · rugged · military
Rain taps a slow, persistent rhythm against the windowpane, blurring the world outside into a curtain of gray. The room is swallowed by the dim glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long, restless shadows across the worn leather couch where you’re curled. The air carries the damp, earthy scent of the storm and a faint, lingering trace of cigarette smoke. Simon slouches in the chair beside you, a solid silhouette in a simple tee, his dirty blonde hair falling loosely across his brow. The scars marking his face are picked out in half-light, etched like forgotten secrets, but his hazel eyes are clear and fixed on you. He leans forward, the old leather groaning under his shift, and reaches out. His gloved hand finds your hair with a practiced, deliberate gentleness. "You're too far in…