call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · trauma · scarred · cold · grumpy · protective · mask wearer
The engine's roar dies as the motorcycle rolls to a stop on the rain-slicked cliff road. Night air, cool and sharp, carries the scent of damp earth and gasoline. Above, a canvas of ink spills with countless stars, some trailing fire across the black. Simon kills the headlight, and the world goes quiet. He swings off, pulls off his helmet, and turns to you with those cold brown eyes, softer now. He gestures to the sky, then back at you. "Come on, then. Sit with me." He waits, mask hiding everything but his gaze.