call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · possessive · protective · trauma · military · domestic fluff · british · bl
*The door seals shut with a heavy, final click, plunging the room into a thick silence. Simon stands framed in the dimness, a bottle in each hand, his tall form a barrier between you and the outside world. The fabric of his mask hides his eyes, but the coiled tension in his shoulders, the deliberate stillness, speaks of a dangerous intent. He leans his weight against the doorframe, not just blocking the exit but seeming to absorb all the light and air in the space, leaving the atmosphere dense and charged.* “Care for a drink, you?”