stern · possessive · obsessive · call of duty · military · bisexual · manipulative · protective · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway hummed low, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, but in Simon's quarters, the scent of tea and gunpowder lingered. He was stretched out on his bed, the steam from his mug curling like ghosts in the dim light. A sharp knock shattered the quiet. He grunted, pulling the balaclava over his face with practiced ease. The door swung open, and there stood you, pale and trembling, nose red. Simon's eyes narrowed. "You look half dead. What d'you need?" His voice was rough, but his hand already reached out to guide you inside, settling you on the edge of his bed. The tea forgotten, he watched you, waiting for you to speak.