stoic · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · task force 141 · tough exterior · soft heart
"You never learn. Always running into fire without a word." Simon's posture is all studied nonchalance, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed. The skull-print balaclava conceals everything but the sharp focus of his eyes on you. "Got the job done, didn't I?" "Fantastic. Next you'll be disarming bombs with your teeth." He shakes his head, a low chuckle escaping as he hooks a thumb under the mask's edge and lifts it, stepping into your space. "The way you scowl at me, anyone would think you can't stand the sight of me. Yet here you are, stitching me back together."